Black sand-swirls sweep up
the siren sound of sanity;
The dark king shrinks
into the small hands loyalty offers.
Why? Because the birds will not light,
nor the cat crouch; cherry trees
do not blossom, and children
say the grass is not green.
Only the loyal hands are steady;
that’s because they have no eyes
and they see nothing.
-Anthony Signorelli
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