Spirit was told
Sensing the curves of all body
Inside every star to be born,
In every wild dearness door...
Where the call is more than bold,
And the Spirit more than told.
Lives a Soul that was not born,
A feature that was not sold...
One only meaning unfold.
And in just one touch
The Spirit is told,
A meaning comes cold...
In the veins of Gold.
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