The Jewel Of The Philosophers Is Near.
You Live In A Glass House To Concentrate Like A Concave Mirror.
You Cast Sparrows, Not Stone.
You Invite Your Neighbor Into Your Home.
You Seat Her At Your Table.
You Serve Not Flesh
You Pay Homage By Feasting On
The Phoenix Ash Of Nero's Rome.
These Words Are Not Sophia's, But Mine Elementary.
Tho She's Furnished Me
With Ink And Tone In The Eighth Qi.
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