17=8=4=2 then do you square it?
Sometimes I'm scared to begin my spin, I know in the end who always wins, it's the thing I can See when in place and besides. Whole spaces now gone scars on the earth like your words in the air so all did share. For when I spin there is no end its the 8 above and below how we travel to and fro. Truth be told the world is cold and it's only the begin.
The drop of water touched her face, the air was particled with dust, the smell of asafoetida before she lit it on fire laden the room. The shelves as she looked between them were dusty behind. She could hear his voice echoing from the leather dark blood chair, the shelves behind the desk that were dusty all behind were littered with nicks and knacks pamphlets and important papers. She collected the data as a spirit in the room and blew her djinn words around...
"Hear you there
Did you say
you have the only way
whence you played a dangerous game
over liberty and life
in the air the truth spins
round about and back at you again
though this time
be a different trend
We can never allow it to go back there again"
There once was A time
when they taught me to read
taught me to See
all through thee
there is only submission
God only knows
spin around the crystal
one way then the next
hold your breath and feel the flight
hang on above the rest
in the Golden Square room
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