Will my long pretend turn falsehood fact?
If alchemy lives there’s relief in my risk.
I dine with kings in a theater act,
Through a fox’s rouse I elude their list.
believe me kin, oh my banker knows
That worth is wealth I fit not their part.
Least I catch mind crumbs for secrets disclosed;
In their world transformed I may live my art.
Peace be traded in exchange of a hunch;
I may die a dolt chase never living full.
I dine in faith and hope is lunch,
Obesely stuffed till fate is pulled.
Will I claim their world or become the fool?
Time will reveal; I pray for jewel.
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