Your wizened eye

opens doorways without seeing

it is without doubt the

start of the disciple’s due, to make

the starting point the end of summer.


I will make it to the peaceful

days of yore, when all is without

using the revenues of fullness

and answer the debts of ore that

makes it to their decendal and user’s placing.


Ten is the one and one is the same

as the works for which I am famed

it is not the writing on the wall that works

but the peace of all tuned instruments who

utter the shame of it all.



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