The way you are incomplete.
The things causing your defeat.

The emptiness of a bowl.
The hollow parts of your soul.

The perfected man, but for.
On this we’ll find, so much more. . .

Created in a likeness.
And yet is nothing like us.

A ‘from’ of mind of the all.
Whence we came before the fall.

As mortals with something more.
Both a burden and a shore.

One thing God does not possess.
But with that, he did bless.

It’s the thing that resists.
Feast on which life subsists.

Now and then we overcome.
Then there is another one.

And an end, cold and cruel.
This is life’s hidden jewel.

Faced with certain bitter end.
There’s a reason to contend.

Fighting on with all your might.
And lift the race to new heights.

Still too soon, the end is near.
Feeds a bit of loathsome fear.

Something more to rise above.
This, our laboring of love.

Dissolute of limit’s end.
And the means to transcend.
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