Grace & Beauty are not twins
One Chaste & Pure while the other Sins
Miscegenating the totems of our Couvade
A race, the Race, her Bastard wins.
Nor are Love & Life yet Gemini
Rather the scorched Earth 'twixt Thou & I
So every Son incarnate Saudade
Let Icarus die & Shuka fly.
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