Aye, six bags of carsals dwell amid sands. <br />Amid soil, pairs of soil and carpets beneath. <br />Still, full lying, but then not drunk of sleep. <br />Where thy debate in thine words <br />Govern a brazen in mine government of pads. <br />If thou doubt, solve and serve this salvation. <br />And thou won, win mine, respect and servitute. <br />Though not a minute less but an hour full.<br /><br />Ebi Robert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/test-of-my-bones/
