Bones at dying shall not quake
Nor decay with feasting of the worms
For spirit of this God loving soul
Shall never harbour in the ground.
Breaking free with that force
Which drives each flower up into the light
Soul tossed by furies from purple storms
I shelter where the mind creates visions.
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