# Patriarch’s Sanctuary
The spirits shall melt away,
From the sanctuary of the patriarch;
“Little girls and adult women”
The genie derelict, and who were
Following, hidden in his nostrils.
The grotesque shadows would frighten;
One of them, like a lame antelope, before
A hungry lion. My son wants a well fed animal.
The patriarch had said. A certain day, they wear,
Big yellow turbans and oil their faces white.
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