If ever deception is annihilated you must look in that direction or you will turn into a pillar of salt
And that absent-minded thrill/disintegration could cost you the pilgrim and her deceptively dumb prayer wherein the spell of merriment is cast as a parody of despair and she is either, mime, that is, her hat is full of leaves and a cactus in the pattern of oasis you will look for it as if delivered by your blindness to its rippling visions which collapse when you look in their direction, pretending ocean, tidal roam
And in innocent delight at that stratagem, they voyaged on toward the Sirens
A tangle of blind eagles expelled from paradise by the crows who tore into them hoping for salt, shore pilgrims, even heaven is a dumb spell playing dumb as deception was annihilated when you turned into some
Absent-minded disintegration cross off the pilgrim off the cross if ever there is... the robbers had bound us and here we lay close to the captain's fire, whipping ourselves into counterspells against bad infinity, fantasies of some knot in the master's whiplash
