Listen or not
Many words and many burdens to fathom
when the head is locked and full of aching blood,
The world is before us, we have not seen all her ores
Though they lie near they are nothingness for our eyes
less weighty than dust
Flesh is as steel after the kindness of the heat
from the darkness of the unseen
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