There are towers that hold no rapunzels, towers that hold no gifts yet tower above education, towering as if a flower of doubtful beauty and fragrence, though there in the tower, I seek the most dealing coward, hidden as if playing at card games faceing, the destine dreamt follows as hollows eve or holy dreams, might I climb such a tower feeling the sway of bell sounding scower, searching feverishly, I wonder what the tower holds, chiming several verses of bell tolls, chiming, ringing, as if the vibrating would shake my nerve but to the top I climb, and in this empty tower I see full hands of poker plays, the playing out of my lively play….this tower stops chiming today…