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.