Man child
Look at me and know
That I am not the Goddess
But alike unto her.

In my perfection,
I serve to bring you
Within that secret room
Where-in she waits.

In my grossness
I shatter the mirror
Wherein her image reflects.

But be not enchanted
Nor disappointed.

For it is not I
But thee.

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