There are tea leaves in this cup
The ones that bottomless abundance find
For telling and a telling told
That ever you must mind
In finding fortune and fortune made
Fortune gained from fortune told
There is a fortune to be sold
And in this telling there is lie
A lie is easy bought and easy told
Easy made and easy sold
By ever the more desperate
And the ever increasing disposition
To adapt to sordid finds
Secret palms and secret lines
And so the desperate reach the plateau
Of the sacred cunning minds
And in the splendor hidden there
They may their wishes find
But truly this will be a sack
Empty of all gold
The gold was taken and replaced by sand
By those of fortune fold













