I ask you look, perceive, The one who's hand you take. You dance not with some law, But one who flows with time. I ask you now to leave Their blades, once brought to cleave The veils of the naïve. Now, come, find your reprieve. For laws they made were fake. A choice; for some, mistake. They meant their rules a stake For threads that hum and quake. So bring your wonder, awe, And spy where rules have flaw. Do not retract, withdraw, From what comes by jackdaw. For she has seen the climb Of our forefathers' chime. Go grow, with her, a lime; Watch the changing sublime. By her, steel we conceive, and hand does help to bake. She knows where you pull, draw. Surprise her with new rhyme.
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