We are the official heraldic authority.
We have no coats of our own. We
Have no arms. Zero results
From unimaginable agon of thoughts
Over centuries as counted by lives
Of those who invented "century."
We're cold. We shiver. Summer
Is delicious in our knightly
Orisons. Happiness. If you know,
You know you know. Rejoice.
Every tomorrow that you fought
For only arrived as yesterday
Today. This very day. This very
Past day that is already then, today.
I am whatever I was, and that
Includes what I might have known
About knights of yore, you, you
And everyone else. Makes me smile.
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