The clay glows
Myriad frames shows
Illusions net throes
The Truth transpose
In the houses of clay
Clay toys play
Colors display
Find food in clay
The clay entertains
The clay sustains
Clay meets clay
In different lanes
At the end a storm
The forms deform
Go awry all norms
Shrunk to basic form
Clay's several births
In ego find mirth
When divinity dawns
The earth unearths
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An amazing philosophical poem about life and death. Thanks.