The Inner Self, the Inner Soul from
behind the mask
the frightened wraiths dip down
into the inner depths
the Inner Soul wanders, wanders up
Nix Mangiari steps
And up and down and down and
up
Restless below the tall linear
bastions glides
at last emerges
at last the Inner Soul, the Deep Soul,
the Individual Sovereign Will.
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