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I stand here perplexed

Overlooking the valleys of the conscience

With a slight gust of memories forming below

In the olden halls where the echoic canyons sigh

Where the whispering tones seep through the seams

I stand here gazing

Over the coliseums of my deepest manifests

With the light trust on the fabrics of the shadow

In the ancient tangos on stage with the hook gleaming

Where the ambiance lies and the oracle screams

I stand here in praise

To the fortress that surrounds the stones of seven

Whence the words had came, whereas we stand meaningless

In the temples of our thoughts, in the glimpses of oblivion

Holding celestial orbs by the creek and shore 

Boleros fasting on solos 'neath the halos of pawns

In my hands are the sacred million dawns

Lit by the sanity of millions of persons in the hall

Perplexed by the caverns of our minds

Gazing to the ridge of the lauded terror

In praise of the sun by which the universe bestows

As rooks flee to the knights of our board

And you, and I, and thee moving along the square

As the change flies to the kings of our sword

As pentacles and cups ace the final show

In the heart of the lover's tarot

A fortress of thought, a cavern of isolation