Bathed in fountains of fire, We fly Through Time's abyss, Each faceted Like an angelic gem, Twinkling, Blinking on and off, As lives follow one another Under sun after sun. We glow with inner light That pales each mighty orb From which we absorb In body What the spirit cannot give. We are the cart, Our souls, the driver. We are the shell That protects an eternal soul-snail, Which from life to life Builds evermore intricate chambers Of thought and deed.
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