From oneself by oneself
A god’s accomplishment
Constantly one can be saved from death
But that’s not the same thing
Since death returns in the end
The original recipe for man
Includes a long cooking
So the flavors can fuse
Though ensuring finally
a taste of the individual ingredients
It took so long to gather
One thinks of wedding soup
With a sprinkling of rue
One thinks of you who stirs
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