Eye for an eye.
An arm and a leg.
Price very high.

But, higher still
to have good enough aim
to build
for oneself
a good oeuvre,
which serves many others,
and is a sound hut
(eschewing the allure
of the hot lean-to glut
of cheaply bought fame
that could make you a name)

For that hut
that stands as your oeuvre,
your own very best,
is priced
not at an eye,
nor an arm and a leg,
but higher still yet,

for its cost
is your soul
and your heart,
and your life,
yea, your all,

but it’s the prize
most worth buying,
though the order’s
most tall

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