I am desirous under the mist
I envision evil keys before the towers
Damn! The Knave is gone
Quite quiet on the clouds
I poke wanting lights over the virgin
Ahhh! The Fool has died
Sinister and comely against the air
I speak to comely spells beside the flock
Awaken! The heat will vanish
unsure curious
at a crossroads
a sense of danger
Out of whose dream
the guest
take another road
not knowing why















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