• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 12
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The edge of aliveness

To know the melody that aliveness hums
To bring up a soul
as green as the meadows,  

Why carve a form with substance profound?
Why infuse it with abstract sounds and shadows?

Why guard a being with the weight of one's own?

– For a being as light as the breeze, beneath self-forged gates and grounds.