It's clear the body is a sieve
Of light and matter an experiment
Holding the most hope
For an antidote a cure
Already taking effect
On some future soul
Of the earth it's clear
The body is a trap
A block of awe and blood
And we have only a little
Time to build it
Our secret hut
And then dismantle it
And watch it drift away
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