Leg of lamb of God, Sofia,
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You permeate all knowledge, mine,
Of nature, life, and art.
Intuit lovingly and bold
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Rhymes amidst the maker's mold:
One breathing poem of molecules
As words, evolving—time unspools
Like tapestry—and still more stow'd,
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Somehow always, each stitch echo'd
As forward, backward, it's unroll'd.
Is space, here, the eternal Garden?
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Silver cords we cannot sever—
Things once planted never perish
Flowering perfectly forever.