Fearful Esoterics

With common tongue outside the circle

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And so it has come to this end,
our semi-parasocial sorcery, sealed
with me again outside the circle,

their chorus of knowledge and inclusivity
once more diminished to my lone voice,
as I had foreseen, inevitably,

for I am the only one I know implicitly
who could grow immutably
comfortable inside muted, liminal,
hypothetical spaces,

never within,
but adjacent

to the room where magic is woven,
embroidering enchanted threads of me,
vicariously — sometimes obliquely —
from my own unknowable comfort,

crafting legends heard third-hand,
but only ever truly known
in nebulous, fleeting freefall

where words, images, and ideas
fuse what’s worth knowing
into white-heat of what’s known,

all the while, with eyes that see
without risk of being seen;