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Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
It comes only before, it comes only after. Rises only in darkness, but rises only in light. It is always the same, but is yet always different.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.