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What I owe
you is more
telling than
three pieces of silver
dropped on a rainy
night between hands,
slipped through,
all lost, nothing
found save
ancience, that glimmer
of immortality, more worn
than the dirt in a coin.
Save silver, rescue
mortality out of
richness, a glimmer
of immortality
on a rainy night
between hands.