Blinded by an inner light
Yet still I see,
And still I lift the lids
Beyond the leaves, to spy
Three crooks upon a hill.
How do I know? He told me so:
My Father in a dream.
Trapped by the amber of time, I lie
A spider with a fly,
Nailed to a tree.
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