confession
Mighty, Everlasting, oh Great Watcher!
They know not your face, my eyes
Trifle bulbs fashioning my face, beauty,
Perfection, mastery of the designer.
The world is but a wall, mirroring
That which therein resides; mortals
Grasping for air, man, mortality.
Mighty, Everlasting, oh Great Watcher;
Let me not die, neither should she;
Lovers as love itself does love;
Heeding not the barriers between us stand;
Wrong, faulty, covetous now, sincere
Till the end of the world.
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