I: "The Man of Realization" He collects his tears, Captures his fears In the mirror where shows his trembling Unable to cease Of the crease To his complexion, In the design To his kind. He could not love What is not to him Belonging above In the wilderness Called paradise. What a love He denies to know. What a sight That has been believed To be blight. He rapes the sun, While feeding the moon His sorrows, His loneliness, His grief, His streak Of shame upon the road of imbalance. ...
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