If through murdered feeling, feeling rises,
If through betrayed feeling, feeling gets prizes,
Would I not be cleaned, to receive your healings?
You wanted my empty absolute to rise,
To wand my childish harp and lead,
To see visibly invisible through brow,
Light-years living morrows within,
The awakening of my hidden luminous green.
Reason beyond feeling for your love!
In reformed body with death of all senses,
In barred out barriers your presence,
And a no where me in every where,
As you had been, were, and are!
A son or daughter resembles Father.
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