Ancient Strokes

forgive me master while you at your desk took private your thoughts i dared trespass... approaching silent i slipped your mind in the rays of sun i came from behind the master and I at his desk ...forgive me... Ancient stokes do see hands on the brush playing cards of kanji writing on my skin in the After of Life blood of my ken saying Time... comes twice this is the wHere ink knotted to ice tHere... I saw the cobbler fixing his shoes and a chef was shot but he knew it was true three men smoking knew this too then a baby cried in the heart of dogfen and grandmothers dyed turning boys to men walking.... into Dragon's den bare feet in streets sleeping curbside then "... we're all in ..." said the Master's pen... "Hot hot!..... oh!" it's the Master's plot! know! from my neck it was writ! to show! show the scrit of the deck! it's true! shhh... he said then "...the card dealt, is u..."