but look at her now, how no one likes her,

but look at her now, how no one likes her,
they turn away from her when she fights alone,
ugly, painted, rebel from form—error—;
errs on the side of caution or finds home—
with him, I say, your lord, master-mistress!
he is not lost without you, though, unheard
he seems when he sees you in distress,
without guide-protector-true, in (just) a word—:
honest cherisher of treasure so vast,
so bright-golden you can’t stare without might,
or such strength to bear the heat and last
to the end of time, sound-sound and white-light.

and that they both live within these things, three,
makes one true-wonder of the soul “to be”.

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