Even somatic error
In bodily form
Has never befriended
The psyche, to
Our pristine soul
What purpose
Twist the path
Which starts
From germ, and
Ends in its term
Many divisions
Elapsed in the gain
Stretching pass,
And nobody peeped
Outside the form
Wonting never
Could hold
Likings of life, as
Failed attempt lay, beyond
The pattern of death
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