Out Of Sight

Out of sight
I rolled up this poem
Buried it behind a wall

Now look to the east
Seated on the stairs
Below the archway

Turn to your right
Knock three times
Hear the hollow play

Let no man find it
Until that hour is near
When the stars align
Perfectly in the night

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