A Puzzle It Is Comments

Of what entails it, the essence that doth give life its worth. And how to beget it, that intricate secret that be like salt upon broth; once lost and bland. Its sprinkle but to make your days, a thing to behold.

A troubling riddle it is, one that sends my thoughts with a swirl, as round my head they move in a curl. And a ponder its roil leaveth in me, its toil to have my chin seek rest, as atop my knuckle it goes.
Could it be well hidden beneath the veil of power, its ecstatic feel left to those that wield. And their joy being the work of a wand, whose wave has the world snug at their feet.
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