Ill prepared and dazed was my mind set; confused:
Genuine nonplus; short of intelligence deficiency:
That she man cleverly condemned to Mann the pans and pots
Her gender God bequeathed the world's most creative wonders
It was my witness to dawn; to glorious regeneration
The credence, caught the flow of my blood frozen
My Chi left stumped in extreme stutter:
A beholding, marvel and an infinite sense of awe
This feelings still, to which I have no name
That scene and sensation of no analysis
Took complete possession of my soul
No experiences of bygone had still explained
Or all engine search of knowledge not turned futile to clarify
To which therefore my submission; that
Conception and birth remains wisdom
Unexplained: A secret solemnity of a true genie.
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