What you know
I know
Is what I dont.
And know
you know not
what i know.
What you think i do
Is what I miss
And miss to say
The thing i do.
When I seem least sound
I wise the most
And I am found
when deep I lost.
When I sweet the most
I evil next
And soul my ghost
To beastly test.
I drum and harm
My ego wit
For yester's hum
Of grave yard beat
I shall soundly rest
As sleeping head
When yester' vest
My moment dead.
For yester' was today
The other day.
Tomorrow I shall pray
My yesterday.
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