Always told
to hold it in –
so actions bold
are where we begin
to buy back the soul,
once sold in haste
for dreams of gold
(in truth of paste) .
The jewel on high,
no carbon lie,
a living thing,
a truth we die
and a truth we live
and in between,
a true existence
we constantly free.
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