Counting

Cryptic verse seems all the rage,

A prophet of the obvious,

Seemingly watching what I say,

Following freshly made foot steps,

I try and catch up to the sage,

Sitting at my masters bedside,

Even last breaths are lyrical,

Veil seen for what it is, mirage.

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