Pour scorn on your knowledge
if it dares to inter you
not through your heart, but
by the scourge of your mind
as those skins, that
prime on its colour and thinness
pride only on your externals.
That which flows insipient
marrow inside you bones
Therein resides
The reality
Of which you must
Churn your heart, intreating;
With passion and supplication
towards His higher abode
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