yes I am but an insubstantial shade
to supple flesh and bone of which you're made
so comely and so cunningly arranged
to strike me dumb my heart and mind deranged
by grace and beauty writ upon the stel-
lar dust condensed to so sublime a shell
about the soul which as the sun burns bright
save one small flaw as blind as darkest night
to my existence though I oft draw near
you gaze right through eliciting a tear
of sadness equally unseen that seeks
to join the sea descended from my cheeks
the saddest aspect of this reverie
I'm just as blind to others I should see.
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