Commerce stilted while high street’s silted
More burst banks than Dillinger’s explosives
More bankside miracle than the hands of Moses
More roses strapped to lamp posts
More wool than trapped in lamb coats
Across your eyes, that’s my disguise
My five fingers venetian blind one eye
I’ve always been a hider in closets
A closet spider stopping fly bys,
I bite and fly byes, fly boys
My spycam fixed on your plans
My sky plan needs quick plants.
Alchemisland 
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