how ferocious, how brilliant a light can shine?
Do you only desire the heat of the glow
And what its light affords you alone?
Lazy love, do your bones not ache?
From illing and stillness all the live long day
From groaning and wishing but never
up and doing... tell me, bitter child,
does your fear not pain you so?
It hurts to watch, and still I know
the Kingdom is like a treasure buried in a field
that a man would sell his weight in worth to obtain.
Yet here your bones do idle sit,
And, undusted, there they shall remain.
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