It is the rooms of ritual
Given to a verse
Slipped into a pill
Lapped as a lure
It is these four walls
Of wood and steel
I pray that I find
A room to heal
I walk through the day
With phrases and sayings
A bruise for a blessing
A biscuit for brine
I will my way
With my tongue waving flag
A basket for business
A bill for a bay
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