Mark your keys well...
Segregate the large from the small
Draw conclusions from the locked door
Tide over the bitten vein
Mark well the closing of an era
Extend the talents with closed palm
Withdraw in humility all error
The corona surrounds the heart
But belies the core
Give permission to enter the forbidden
Or scholarliness is for naught
Sensuality fraught with desire
Fires the soul with confusion
Mars and Venus are at odds
Thus the state of despair
Into the chasm, into the deep
Falls the genius - to despondency
Arisen from the depths to simplicity
It falls short of attainment