11: After you, a burst of fresh blood substitutes for wisdom and increase. 

Look who’s being rude! Wait. There’s nothing.  

I lower your voice to closest featureless parity  
and we have folly subtracted..  
Yet nothing is converted.  
Finalists like you are better endowed so quit Buddhist practice — their appeal, yours too, cherished by private industry  

with little or no honor system. Cold nature will age, decay.  
And yet not you, your honor.. After you.