How clearly he sees
his fingers as a
magical wand

And how easily he confuses
power fed to him before lullabies
as his charm

How carefully he
overlooks his own
failings

And how piously
forgives the same
in others

And yet, I wonder,
how much has he been fed
and blinded

How deaf must he be to words
and how unaffected
by their meanings

to be chanting,
so proudly

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