Gold, Flesh of the Gods,
Slips through touch
As water...
Back to water.
The Mother gilds upon
Waves,
Humming Eternal songs.
The words for mortal ears.
Be quick! Listen!
The Mother will not repeat.
Gold rocks gently back to
Her Ocean's bottom...
Best left in words
Of treasure...not
Forgotten.
Superstition...Truth...
Which outlasts the
Other?
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