Tis the matchstick, the first flame
The Light that God let be;
The catalyst, source-point
Singularity.
The still-sketch, wax-sculptures
Little things we see;
Great speeches, great figures
The Cross on which lay He.
The Symbols, sweet Music
Dreams and not-quite-dreams;
All this
and more--
That turn the locks of life;
Our key.
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