Think and thank.
Your clamour, their glamour
Of vociferous, voice and noise,
Some haste, some
waste,
Will go to the ground, in the mound,
Bake and cake
will not
always suffice
your hungered ache.
When Gods open
their third eye,
Your vision of intuition
as well
They must close their flamboyant
Tricks and vile calumny too.
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