The Keeper

The Runner runs,
The Holder holds,
When The Listener hears what they are given.

All the while,
The Vision drifts,
Before the Teeth bite their tongue.

The Stories are seen,
The Items heard,
Yet The Means are fumbled.

Dropped aside, but never forgotten.
a priority shift, kept in mind.
Once again The List is altered.

The Tellers demand, shout, and sell
The Runner what to hold,
The Holder how to listen,
The Listener when to blink,
And The Vision when to chew.

All the while,
The Teeth wish to run,
But The Keeper rarely ever speaks.

The End

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