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his measuring

1-3

Idle to despond.

All with their hideous blade  

erelong must wither as weed cut.

Your horizon is his trust,

your loyalty be your food.

4-6

What delicacies your heart seeks 

he will time.

As you confide, he enacts,

your due to be his noon. 

7-9

Your quiet, his breeze.

Idle your anger

with their seasonless devices

as idle as their steel.

10-13

Time is but his laughter 

so its joy all horizon

whereon theirs is none.

14-40

Look for them you may

in places seeming once their sheath

for hideous blade alone 

yet as all blade, they are gone.