A broken spirt,
an uplifted soul,
seem contradictory,
but the two make one.
How is there such grief,
and yet such desire,
contained inside,
one empire?
Pain inhabits grief,
while passion occupies desire.
Passion, pain; desire, grief:
An image of transcendence.
Could man at his best
forge an image,
as that of such a
magnificent pilgrimage?
Nay, for too great
is such a picture,
and too significant
are the limits of humanity.
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