The enemy's lair, from whence he seeks to seduce you.
With whispers of importance,
That you are unique, one of a kind.
Be forewarned; though you may be capable of love,
You are not an ever-fixed mark.
And the danger is that you will not conform yourself to Love,
But confuse feeling with being,
And chase your soul down,
Until you insist you are sin,
And your lover, death.
Look not to find yourself.
For you are where you are,
ever the starting place for any loving search,
the ending is always Other.
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