The cloister has no gate for thieves.
Nothing can be stolen from within.
There is only a lamp, a desk, a window.
For moonlight, wind, rain.
The cloister has an iron cross.
Forged and welded; seeing ferrous ages pass
For moonlight, snow and sunrise.
I welcome her to enter; vow or vows to take. Beneath, beyond, above the signal.
Ordinal, abscissal: coordinate planes An idea of transcendence. Inner vortice to biometric storm.
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