She stands amidst the fields of ripened glass,Where stalks of silica invite the scythe;The Lady Virgo watches aeons pass,With movements mathematical and blithe.Her hands are busy with a silver sieve,Distilling essence from the dross of thought;She teaches how the holy textures weave,In patterns that the cosmic loom has wrought.No blemish can endure her limpid gaze,Which strips the vanity from every bone;Through a meticulous and crystal haze,She sits upon a cold, analytical throne.The thaumaturge must learn the art of fruit,To find the flower dormant in the root.
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