I remember what I am here for,
What is meant for me to do
Against internal pressure
That like a steam, it may be removed...
In a place so beautiful
That ambitions I will not miss
And rewards of man be still,
An offer frequently remiss...
As does curiosity
With this in mind, I let my fingers
Create beauty and luminosity...
I cannot deny the clues,
The pages inside me read,
Compare with those of nature,
What more certainty does one need?
In union with the abstract,
My treasure has high value
And with this currency extract,
It secretly becomes a burial...
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