By grabbing a morsel of
knowledge, immersing the world
deep into deductive thought,
We have befittingly claimed
atoms of fidelity, now imperative
to life but can't be bought.
But the Will of our Natural
Force, proficiently planted,
harvested and barely gleamed,
Leaves us wondering what we
know and what it is we should
have precisely dreamed.
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