“The universe has eyes and ways
To touch your heart and mind.
Beware the lowly and obscured
Whose soul with bile is lined.
They’ll make you run in circles,
They’ll turn you inside out.
Always trust your instincts
To see you through, throughout.
Six to none to five to none
Between not six but five and one.
A taste in mind and on the tongue.
A mix of blood and wars begun.
Then two uniting in the sky
Will five and one to six apply.
Six by four to multiply.
Makes one, makes one, makes one, say I.”
Moragh stared. “It’s a nonsense rhyme. Children play a clapping game with it. They spin around, flap their arms and cheer at the end. Except for the first two verses that always seemed rather poignant, it never made a lot of sense to me. So?”
“It’s most definitely not nonsense.
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