Insecurity guards they hope to stand
Between us and the promised-land
To keep us marked as contraband
To child-like intellects

Yet stay awhile and smell the C
Before the sky makes you and me,
The diabolic symmetry
Of nihlhood, rage and debts

No longer see, we're just the saw
The pivot of the ever-more
The caste-aways upon the shore
The play today? Regret.


The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog:

20,8,5,1,7....5,15,6,4,5...6,6,5,18,1...14,3,5,9,19...5,14,4,9,14...7
