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Fingertips see hidden lustre under roughness and a film of dust; the Master engrossed in his part the Process is about to start By purification and by planish He tests the hidden heart; slow alloy is passionately surrendering to perfect Art Soul's poetic pattern oh, so rich by pointing has been done; granulation leads to final glamour which is outshone by none At last she is graced His lovely Queen after ecstatic quest - splendid on a fine gold chain: ten thousand years against soft flesh myra Written March 4th, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 08:13 PM PST, Myra Lochner 9 • 8 • 5

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