Abbess And Ibis : Ode To Joyce 2

Folds And Ripples,
Ripples And Folds,
A Starry I Weave,
So Ancient And Old;
Wit Light, And Mirrors,
And Mirrors And Light,
Wit Cones, And Lenses,
To Focus Our Sight;
Wit Cords, And Chords,
And Cards We Play,
Stacking The Deck,
Every Which Way;
Wit Foamy Seas,
And Crystals That Matter,
Wit Hare Of White,
And Many Mad Hatters;
Wit Pillars And Rings,
And Many A Pookah,
Wit Smoke And Glass,
And Even A Hookah;
Wit Lass Who Bends,
Kale It By Wiecka,
A Kaen, And A Lash,
And A Horse Eye,
Named Flicka;
Wit Pools, And Pebbles,
Pebbles, And Pools,
Wise Women And Men,
And Many A Fool;
Shu-Its And Ladders,
Ladders, And Shu-Its,
Reasoning Dogs,
And Gods, Hu Intuit;
We Wave Wit Out Judgement,
Judging Only To Weigh,
A Feather, A Soul,
Some Blood And Some Clay;
Some Stardust,
Two Call Drones,
A Ladle To Match,
As One Becomes Three,
Thru Two, And A Flash;
Something From Nothing,
Nothing From Nun,
As Abbess Assks Ibis,
U Think We Are Done?
I Thoth That I Am,
The Ibis Replied;
I Tekel Your Thoths,
The Abbess, She Sighed;
I Knot, And I Number,
I Number, And Naught,
Look In The Mirror,
How Silly Your Thoths;
And Yet I Remember,
The Ibis So Said,
A Sun In A Moon,
And A Moon In My Head;
A Luna, Sea, All In Your Mind,
Every Eye Open,
Another That's Blind;
A Camel, A Saddle,
A Hump, And Fun Sway,
A Funnel, A Sieve,
Some White And Some Gray;
Torches, And Tunnels,
And Bands That Go Loop,
Warps, And Woofs,
Spirals, And Hoops;
Fish Nets, And Webs,
And Those Who Are Weyyrd,
As Far As You Go,
You Are Never More Near;
For, Where Ever You Go,
There Shall Ye Be,
As Every Why Id Sure,
Is An In Fin 8 See?