The Foul Hand
Trust is not with me
Though is there no other way
In the cloud I have found
I have no other way around
And no other day
Could I have heard this sound
But still there's something else
Something to compare
Something worse that what before was there
And something fouler than the eyes of man
No thought to end
No will to pan
What gold is left
For in the foul
Hand
I am found
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