the ogres never reached in far
not even close
in sublime depths miscreants
do not fathom
the unhidden mystery in plain
sightless alchemy
where truncated losses are gains
in debentures
and the mourning songs of folly
melts into praises
in hollowed sanctum it heralds
more burdens
for the weeping spawns of the Dybbuk

What you see is not what you get
but what if
what you get is what you want them
to see unseen
show me the measurement of my joy
in that of your sorrows
where today is the one below who mocked
in mimicry, oh, its so great
pitching the cadence and vibrato just so
a countless recesses
a million misgivings before the wrath of grapes
vengeance is not mine
it walks hand in jowl with retribution all round us