I think a great tenderness
Is up against a great coldness
All around us and inside us
Or is it a great longing
Up against a great disappointment
When life crushes us to bits
Or is it a great smallness
Encountering a great greatness
The dragon-fly indistinguishable
From the gleaming purple flower
Or is it a great fear that rises
Up against a great love
So feast on this my love
The devil may win every battle
But must lose every war
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