A little has been said
And what has been said
All fabricated
Even slight not been said,
What is the truth,
What is light;
what is shade
What is rapture
what is ruth
The transcendental
Now let me say,
Never can be said
Any thing about natal
That is to say
Beyond articulation,
Beyond conception
If one can try
Can eye
An image having half-god
And half-goddess
Yet half-expressed...
Full?
Only expects a fool...
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All fabricated! ! Facing the ways of life. Nice work.