The mystical Brahmin man
took me by my heathen hand
to walk toward the ancient temple
over a field of red glowing embers
I expressed natural trepidation
about a potential ouch situation
to the amused guru
who assured me pain was all in the head
Such a good salesman was he
This bearded minister of sincerity
So I took that leap of faith
over the coals glowing
full well knowing
skin is not flame resistant
Skipping and dancing
over the scorched Earth
like a hopscotch champion
I navigated the challenge
and conquered my fears
to the glorious acclaim
of the amazed congregation
and a pack of tourists
who posted my feat online
Speaking of feet.....
The chronic pain
of my permanently charred soles
serve as a constant reminder
that basic science always has it's place
on the spectrum of consideration
in the future affairs of man
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