Poetry

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Sea whispers to the wind;
The wind with aether does converse.
Earth knows much, but it you cannot coerse,
Through bribe or threat nothing does Earth reveal;
Stands firm as stone is apt to do.
Fire burns violent and virile
Water jeers, estinguising volitile inferno.
Aether is arrogant, stands above all
Condescends not to touch the material
Unknowingly impotent by scorn.
Above Earth blows wind,
Seeing all, aprehending none.
The elements with each other gossip and clash
From this comes the universe—
All things and men.

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'Tis the sun rising upon the horizon
Or is it Teller's blaze?
The one to Earth brings light and good,
The other darkness and despair.
I known not which nor do I care.