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You

You, virgin still, you lonely
as the mystery that you call on to you;
thus your compassion for the man. You,
who throw cut braids
on the balance of sun and moon.
You, who have nothing more than what you wear
and in your bodily absence
you are intact at no more than half a mile
to serve demons –
you, intact you, whom I still await.

~Matteo