those profiteers
those prophets
those profitless
numbers in equations
those things I recall
some of those
I wish weren't true
I don't like those thoughts
thinking Sylvia is dead
why can't beauty remain forever
or are memories
meant to make us cry
all those things
making us wonder why
those profiteers
those prophets
those profitless
making history
mysteries mixed with complex
gathering wheels and round things
things that spin and turn
completing creation's cyclic vortex
this current circle
spinning fervent memories
we always return
fire and water
those prayers
the sum of things
such a profit
smoke and mist
amen and amen
so the prophets say
those profiteers
profitless
what would they say
memories of wealth
all those numbers
prospective health
all those prophets
what to do
hold fire in our souls
hold water in our lives
sacred profit
such a joyful kind
with love
renewing our hearts
filling our minds

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