Profundity loves a mask.
Mystics of every hue have always known it.
There are acts of such magnitude that were they not concealed behind an acceptable veneer…
The world would split asunder and spew forth not fire and brimstone,
The perpetrators of such acts…
Those Spirits of Profundity sprout masks like water-cress.
Their actions are perpetually interpreted shallow…
As guard against the blinding light.