Close the Door

What do you know? Some out-of-towner shook up the community with a suitcase full of props. Through foreign oration he split the heavens and tugged at the root systems of centuries old trees. I waited for someone to accuse him of favoring sponge cake dampened with rum. Yet in the place of crossed arms were gaping mouths nodding along to naked imbecility. Livestock are more discerning than men because we do not see ourselves as a thing to be eaten. An entire people are waist deep in the quicksand of talebearers. Speculation is a type of magic that is hard to overcome. Tether deception to truth and you will soon find out which is the vehicle, and which is the object of sanitary transport. Now grandmothers are dumping their change jars upside down to purchase his merchandise. Chains of command are becoming corroded by a weasel's guess. Quickly despise a man without an answer. To him is the advantage of fraternization. He hooks arms with believers and unbelievers alike, putting one foot down in a house of zealots and another foot in the abode of indifference. Only spies deal in ambiguity. Show forth a flag, an insignia, or some article of true witness. Where is his codex? Make him produce a seal. Beware the itinerant mystic who will not tell you what order he shrugged off to land in your premises. It is that very order that has sent him to lay the necessary groundwork for invasion. They curse established wisdom through pink teeth they wish to make red again with your consent. They are settling ancient scores that predate moats and drawbridges. Grab the ankle bones of your mother and father. Then speak that enchanting ambassador back into hell from which he came to hypnotize you with novelty and misadventure.