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03/01/1967

SONNET

Sperms we were, germs we are


Are worms to be oiur destiny?


Can this be all there is to life,


Or is it just my inabiility


To see Man, not as You, He or I


But as parts of a common Infinity?





Lovers, beings entiwined, become one


In moments of intimate ecstacy.


With God, it must be the same


For the essence of one's individuality


Is the Soul - and that is God -


Two parts of One, each a restless entity.








Find me, O, Immortal God! For I am weak


Mortal, virgin; it is for Thee


To initiate, to guide, to consummate


Our union to spiritual immortality.


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