Still I see, when I look at my face,
The beautiful, meaning order, or
A certain potential, something
Peering out fresh & innocent,
New, a soul with its own ideas
& unimpressed, spirit firm in its ma-
Nipulations, ready to shape all,
Hungry for the taste of experience,
Suffering no pain that is not the scent
Of knowledge, sense
Of life, all of which glows through
Insatiable pupils, treasurers of earth.
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