Put my faith in the price of mud
And my lord shall match the pounds,
Ten thousand days and a night spelunking

Kill my years in the lightning round,
Confound it


Why not
Seek Ossining
These threes and foursomes

Abounded,
Why not
Seek Ossining

This time around?

No, not a maze, but like blazed-out inner star

Disclosed completely in a plain film canister