The High Priestess

Knowledge is heavy
It transcends - transforms,
the mind and soul
They hurt, They ache
like an open, swollen sore
You will need oxygen - the relief
You will thirst - for words, for answers
For the blood of another's honesty
so that the pain may stop
Pain- that feels like ancient liquid fire in every breath, in every heartbeat
This is called Divinity
Pain and Divinity go hand-in-hand
The search for answers is tiresome, but you will not rest
Psychics and Poets will become your best friends
I've met a few, but they've offered little relief
Knowledge is slow, the fire burns long
You are awake, but you wish you weren't because no one else is
Knowledge is lonely

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