this is the knowledge
guarded with the suffering silence
of untold generations of plain humble wizards
unrobed, ascetic
free in their bondage
wand’rers of air
the burning liquid rolling in waves through their veins
the burning
of human torches
who have yearned to be free
and who would not be silent
because the words rose up
and spilled forth from their tongues like honey
this is the passion
Melodramatic Physician 