what lines we walk
the whirlwind of arms and hands
for balance to the center
what would you give for everything
look what lines lead to heaven
in one day of being human
turn with new eyes seeing
parallels as warning reflections
the lines lead to the lost and their bowls
and tomorrow’s day of human being
the pillaging bank at the center
whenever you are sent the key
please unlock the gate
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