below this inspiration light as air
the undercurrent of an anxious threat
contending with the joy of artifice
material existence would forget
the souls that cry for something deeper still
in any hour or minute they can spare
delve deep in search of riches to fulfill
those bright desires whose value is most rare
to those who sleep awake in work and toil
cast off your sloth and dig into the soil
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