Paradox
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Now come softly
(Close the door)
In shadows we meet;
We recite our verses
The god in me
To the god in you.
How god loves himself
Is infinite in technique
Vast in magnitude
Resplendently
Equal to all things
And identical to none,
Parting from himself,
But never departing
Paradox is the rule
In the school of matter
Which god created
And ever returns to.
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