Minutes take what hours keep
When you lose sight of what used to be
Smoking monkeys in the trees
In a Clouded realm buried deep
Powers within slowly seep
All that comes, comes in threes
Heads will turn; two faces to each
What is real, denial reaps
From Insanity to belief
Endless cycles of a reality breach
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I would like to translate this poem