Enamtila ejects the next to face the sages’ fetch quest
Tests mettle the trials of life, love’s unslaked thirsts unbuilt nests
Nothing left to take to breast, my hard-impressed flesh irons with age
Everything therewith bored; some hear angel song but I hear footfall on boards
Thrills his querents with paths through, judges debating seasons, all-farmer
Formerly man, he carries still hod and plough, bows no more is bowed to
Sees boughs apple-laden which life hides, each sephirah fires of godhead
Venture-laden, venture out laden with gifts and arts; deliver life to the dead
Alchemisland 
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