claim your fate
peace is held not by hands that touch
misery in secret is as livial
and if fear should accompany the sorrow
your reach would find its hollow
dancers dream what fickles minds cannot spend
and as the piper wills its tenor
falling off spoken words left blind reading
four eyes beauty in clover
plucking two eyes in sober red stealing to blue
embracing existencial being heart at hearts content hearts at hearts content