A rippened vine,
that bears its fruit,
then floats the nile
I am clocks second hand
time is my doctrine,
for when I strike twelve
A caged bird sings..
I'm a ghost, a demon
Whose not in demand
Yet somehow am found
All over these lands
I'm a fool on the frollick
A kind hearted brother
Outholding a hand
Come, lets discover
This path is so me
It's stiches sew me
It's riches are random
It's entry is free
The eye of a needle
Passed through with ease
When the anguish of loss
Creates prosperity
Assume stance for lecture
Hannibal Lector
Whose motive most clever
To cast broad stones better
Fuming and foaming
Calm and collected
I am what I am
And I am indebted
Lesser than less
Grander than all
A candle burns quiet
To silence the law
Untouched by the wind,
the fellow or fortress
An ocean within
A torrent lies dormant
Dare you awake me?
And stir up a storm
He who survives onslaught
Will surely be born
Born out of wages
Birthed beyond rank
As death walks to life
and they embrace hands
In mystical pleasure
In masterful peace
In auspacious ecstacy
In enigmatic ease
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