the soul

For some, it wavers, I fancy,
as does a candle’s flame.
In others, it is
compacted and hard,
unreached by the light.

Molecules from a veiled realm,
finding fate and purpose.

Unlucky are those without shields,
for their radiance flows freely,
a boon for all,
but soon tainted.

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