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Black robe pulled from storage
Needs chrysanthemums in pockets
The doors, watch the doors
Scythian bound in chains in Trapezounta
Potential catechumen wandering catacomb floors
Could lay sixty thousand Venetian merchants to waste
With Laban's sword
And in the south sojourn

The infinite Erythraean

Reverse cross sign
Ironic hitlahavut
Cause blades of glass to rhyme
And Marie to change her tide

Burnt hand baking soda bread
The quantum risks inside my head
Would it bleed if I'm unworthy
I'll still float but made my bed

I see the forest
See the trees
But don't see you
Though you found me