What, exactly, is reborn?
Answer wit with greater wit.
The game is played to a crowd
Who have had their minds made up
Like beds by doting mothers.
Can you shake any made beds?
One? Watch for twitching eyelids.
The principle caught in dreams,
Like the iron in the fire,
Will glow and may be twisted.
Idea souls skitter sideways,
Sparks wanting to start something.
Bend the windflower to your will,
The borrowed will that made you.
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