Of the Inner Soul
The works
Are in free fall
Yet
They fade not.
For works of the Soul fade not
And more so
The works of the Inner Soul.
Below
A Vulcan fans
Its heat
Below
Dust heated rises
Rises as the Phoenix.
For
Of the Inner Soul
The works
Are in free fall
Yet
They fade not.
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