I sleep
to visit You
in Your dreams,
oh my Esteemed -
a gauche novitiate,
there like a Laureate
You receive me
to learn Your secrets,
there wisdom is served
like as one planted,
seeded at a last feast,
where all can plainly see
myself ceded, the bread broken
the wine poured,
finally, the body of pride, broken,
You speak to me
of what Love is,...
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