Hidden in a shaded grove by the fountain—
businesses across the street live on Glamour
the restaurant on the corner serves Prestige
cars drive by on a cobblestone street
headed toward The Future and The Next Best Thing

Hidden on the bench of old wood near the water
writing, I am thinking about Lucifer
the curiosity of A Satan
as the pool man nets the water clean
talks of his bartending days with a lady to my left

Hidden in the dappled shade beside the water
I am wondering about people, the Angels, Lucifer
and I believe I am starting to understand
Unreality and Insanity better than Known Reality
and I can See the opposite of Truth is Blinding Pride

The Sufi Mystic in desert-dweller land where Heat
and Longing pull men into a Burning-blind Madness
could explain the craft of Delusion in Mirage
but who speaks that truth on park benches
sitting in the Center of the Delusion—

I think of Lucifer.
I am not thirsty, I say.
And he smiles.

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