When sweetness anointed a brow-lit eye
the good sense to look beyond the sky,
did he lift a withheld heart to weep?
Pasque flower-like in a rocky-deep.
Or did he dwell with a heart of empathy
innate with a life so rich without apathy.
Or did he with earthly colours-fling,
His heart into a bleaker ebony thing:
When sweetness anointed a brow-lit eye
the good sense to look beyond the sky,
Was it then that he went indivisible bye?
And if so, O, my Lord God, why don't I?
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