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We’re
abstract mystics,
living in distracted times.

Signals and signs wriggle and jiggle
in search of desperately disjointed rhymes.

I’m the jigsaw man, fitting in here and there where I can,
pieces missing, from old battered boxes, still doing fine,
the game’s on the line but you’ve got to keep playing.

Paying in kind, suffering cyphers sublime, we’re peacefully hissing
and dissing, cunning as foxes and shattered as crime.

Once the shadow man, slave to sunshine, now the piper deals
runes intertwined, rues the blues and the greens dance divine.

If you’re missing the plans to this puzzle, with instructions garbled and mind
in a muddle, well done, and be fuddle de duddle.

You’re starting to see that a kiss and a cuddle are all the distractions
we need, and the rules a rather strange breed indeed.

Grab a tarot card, take any phrase, and follow it
true for the rest of your days.

In a chaotic land full of abstraction pure, of
its randomness, you can be sure.

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