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