Here see at my hands
Entire universe
And be sure
It is not matter.
It is color
It is in your cloth
It is encircled
It is linseed flower.
Being the store house
Of all energy
You are to see
The strength yourself
From the beginning.
Here is the system
Through which
I am to arrived at
With dress imaginary.
It is my sky
It is the statue
It is the emeralds
Here see all at my hands.
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