The more we lose the spirit
In things to prove we're free
The more the obvious lie
Of the world is believed
What is freedom for if one
Is only free when loving
But we insist on finding out
We want to explore every dark cave
And the sinews of every bird
We push on to ever grander theories
Of the case carefully stepping around
The little gem of spirit at the center
As if it wasn't there
In our refusal to receive it
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