I made You a promise I could not keep,
left intact but compromised
like an outed spy behind the lines.
A promise made naively, doomed to failure,
made of love and ardor, I could not keep,
my separate existence being the inherent contradiction,
the broken promise, itself a compromise
to the integrity of the One True Whole.
O child of God, the human being is a compromise
between the immortal and the nonexistent.
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