Between the mineral and the moral world
Where we work in deep watery mines
Where the shining gems are dug
After their long infancy as dust
Their slow curing and maturing
In the furnaces of time
But doesn't a sapphire decide one night
To change its life and crumble
Back to its primordial light
Before it can be seized and worn
On some ancestral crown
Or wed to some newlywed's finger
When so much deeper into light it wants
To run and take us slowly with it
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