orderly saints
to all appearances
but within,
chaotic streamers
slashed clothing
and a misplaced tongue

the procession continues
holy doctrine uninturrupted
but below,
fractured angles
swearing
slick fluids

will they ever know?
to see is beyond them
they can never know
the engine driving them forward
is forged from flesh

all they see
is that we are moving ahead
in orderly columns
everyone in their place

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