One cup of silver melts
For the ultimate good (which Means it can’t be called Anything in any ultimate niche). And you feel that the soul Of your life has distilled The highest being, that It is connected to and filled By the gears that impel Who it is and how it seems-- And with that, its thought Flies and its streams Of highest will arise. And from the box of kind Being, a name in silver Glinting lines is signed.
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Yaacov David Shulman
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