In the court of miracles where the blind can see
and gypsys dance with witches glee
for all to watch,to ask,whom is she?
Where poets recite for all whom listen
and Esmeralda\'s waters glisten
as the peasants now in awe,no longer hiss\'n.
Over the court of miracles where the most grotesque
are crowned King Of Fools
Quasi stands triumphant,high upon his glaring stone ghouls.
Begging the question.
Why was I not made of stone like thee?
Written by;W.J.Gerhardt๐