He said
The psychic from
New Orleans
His eyes looped
In Lapis
In the center
Sanguine green
Diving through
Those moonlit pools
I saw nothing here
Was ever new
We’re all
The most
Perfect fools
Walking paths
Written in
Antiquity
"No expectations"
Despite the
Ancient designation
"No expectations"
Echoes in my head
Like tiny church bells
Built from modest lead
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