I quite agree…
I imagine the studious
seer would see the serpents
clearly coiled in the apt
house’s corner; may say, beware,
or this is where your instincts
live in continual madness
as they directly aspect
Cassandra so your alarms fall
on ears plugged with mud, nay, clay,
the red sticky stuff needing sticks
for cleaning and you’ll dare not track
such filth across the carpeting
as shallow as the mansion floor is,
or some such lecture the prophet
scented in thick Turkish incense
might see because of being versed
in arts the west views suspiciously.
But a sage has said, if you see it, it is.
ayaladn 