Crackerjack

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Mastery is a Hollow
Hollowed mostly from the knowing
A place to rear one’s role as Host
Hallowed, Haloed
And, sometimes
Glowing
Expertise, also a Pit
Pitted against the little known
A darkened spot to flatter Wit
Patterned, Pacing
Oftentimes
Alone
Gathered back into our holes
When the Other shines
Ego’s Ruts disguised as Rifts
In Convention’s Rise

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