You had not yet
Sought yourself
By beaded flowers
To garland me an honour
Now I bid you lose me,
To find yourself; and
By your denial
To come back and find me
Thus do all believers;
Therefore,
Is all believing
Worth so little.
But, what if your reverence
Should one day break down?
Take heed, lest a
statue crush you.
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