Mirrored of a
single gem the inner throne reversed
A royal room
within the inner Grail which lives
Spinning upon
Another to be made the right way round
Of the misted
mirror-book the other half of seven found
Given of the Giver’s
heart the stinging part in pearl
The treasure holder,
in life’s rugged cup of red
Turning truth to
light as life was turned around
Of its grit, the
grip of love in glory ground
Paired of a
greater substance two rent in twain
Made in one the hidden
vessel’s secret lines
Tearing ancient
misted muse apart to see
And from its glimpse
wrapping it up again in myth
Heard of the
silver vessel secrets hid in blood in silence
A low gated catchment
the covered inner Grail
Rendering truth
to the least part of seven
And the distance
that separates, the door which opens
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