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An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
My first is twice in apple but not once in tart. My second is in liver but not in heart. My third is in giant and also in ghost. Whole Iām best when I am roast.
The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
I am the kind of an ant that's good at math. What am I?