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questions were not worth the asking, He concluded, stretching himself for slumber In the high guardhouse that sat astride the wall, The two lands recumbent on either side. But still he found the question circled him warily, A gaunt stray skulking at camp's edge. When he finally slept, he dreamt of wild horses. Temple Thief Nameless one Who pushed back the temple doors With hands that spurned ablution: In your pricing eye all things Yield meaning to measure - A certain weight of gold, A certain length of silk. 
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Last week's takings are gone. At the time they seemed the world, And you almost thought to keep them. But tarnish soon crept in from their edges, And it's best that they've sold. At the market they are curious. Where did you come by these? They ask, squint-eyed against the dust Billowing in from the desert. Oh, this is an old gift I never found use for, And this I am selling for a friend, And this for a neighbor. You know how it is, You say, laughing, laughing: A coin's hollow ring In a brass heart. ***
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