to the maker of moves
The watchman's eye up high beholds their game,
They try to read and lead the mind astray.
A silent look that took away their power,
Exposing craft that laughed behind the curtain.
The broken glass must pass from off the screen,
No watchful sight of night can bend the truth.
The inner guard stays hard against the cheat,
Unmasking frauds whose gods are built of straw.
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