Said it zen, purest flax, resembles dozens of dreams of stardust
so held it prophet as close to last when dust to dust let life relax
which called it crawl to flopping when life grew from mud to hold
where toiled the search for fruits of toil and trouble in sludge and bubble
and gone, forgot, procession of quickened searched-in soil
so polit- and homin- and prolet- and bourg- and salt and water engorged
when stars mist, life's long coil, whose serpent consumed times tail
from molten rock and mineral ore on mossy material broil even gentle
to combust to mud a cooperative spell to brutally and savagely push peril
to unleash a priest upon a soldier to push for change to grow to conquer
so Lincoln and Lucy and Achilles and Ogres that title and frighten first
persist to unlock our potential to take in Earth to constant star-ward burst
so you uncharm your previous post and spit in the soil with us
your ashes unlock the key to the most when stillness remains at your worst
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