TO ONE LENT TO REALITY
Suffice it not a bit (oh, our noble
deficiency) that the mirror
reflecting your certainty
be the same as you
Suffice it not just a bit
In a silent humbleness
acts your heart. Treasury full of wonders
of which they have found only love
Around it reason, master of the senses
summons always a chase
Do you still hear those voices?
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