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- Falling down rhythmically each drop resounds with glee
- At harsh thunder’s entry, stopped
- Knights made of ivory danced ‘neath black Calvary
- War shouts end revelry, abrupt
- (Scrambling fate’s hands seek to reshape the strings)
- Ships tossing endlessly, the helmsman slumped
- Hale thumped NO Glaciers rose from the deep and bumped into the boats
- (The hands of fate grow still, their master humming slowly, slumming in oblivion, summing nothings together, becoming slave to empty, empty, silence)
- Over smooth waters the knights, through their visors, see,
- Straits, where rain falls gently, through the sea
- Yet the following tide smashes their ship and pride:
- On rocks no lookout spied, crushed.
- (Son of a bitch. I swear this piano’s broken.)
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