For a long time will was the only thing
Until love slipped in as the first feeling
Which did and didn't last
So then a head was cast
To ponder and reflect the fact
Maybe the world is God's real soul
Since otherwise he doesn't have one
Being pure Being and all
But maybe he needed the world
And the whole cosmos for that matter
Even more than the world
Needed him poor thing
How lonely and impossible
He must have been
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