The change oracles are slow
And weeping and confounded and not
Knowing when or where to start thx change
The oracles themselves are tainted by
Some impurities of gold stashed vaults
And are afraid of the ghost of the past.
But in the pyramid of change
The apex is always incapable of any change
Except the teeming base catalyzes the change
Is always in vain
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