The Jewel Of The Philosophers Is Here.
You Live In A Glass House So You Can See Clearer.
It Concentrates Light Like A Concave Mirror.
You Cast Sparrows, Not Stone.
You Invite Your Neighbor Into Your Home.
You Seat Him At Your Table.
You Serve Not Flesh Or Bone.
You Honor Him By Fasting Of The Light And Song,
The Phoenix Ash Of Nero's Rome.
These Are Not Expressly Sofia's, But Words Of My Own.
Tho She's Furnished My Feathered Pen,
With Ink Of The New Harmonic Tone.
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