The Greatest Holy Leaf
wears me out.

My body sits by
the door of your soul.

A countenance with
no sore.

A woman that
keeps me a boy.

A woman in
sackcloth.

How can I know
the Greatest Holy
Leaf's sorrows?

She was old
at my age.

She lived with
a dry mouth.

And ears burning
by the out-door
winds.

She is tethered
to a glass.

Her eisegesis hidden
from anyone's
ear.

She was queen
of heaven and
earth.

Her face talks
of cool waters.

She is a master
of the heart.

She was eaten
by the raven
of envy.

Her true supernal
eyes betrayed
by a thousand
rulers.

A hundred thousand
scholars reduced
her soul to nothingness.

A myriad sages
clouded her
mind.

Her sword of
wisdom sheathed.