Answer:
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
Whilst I was engaged in sitting. I spied the dead carrying the living
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?