In the healing temple
Dark circles wander halls of wonders,
taste smoldering ash, tuck forgivenesses into pockets
long tattered by unbound despair, disrepair.
Deep hallowed night of chanting and sacrifice;
mist, coalescing water, acid rain,
cleanse for slaughter.
Moist fear, angers and traditions painted into blood,
run as free droplets,
mix with rain,
mix with mist,
mix with ritual.
Purged, ready for transubstantiation.
Arise, give thanks and alms.
Touch the hand of wellness.
Join and be free.