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Prologue (sonnet)
A man was born into this curse-d earth
Within full sin, without the means to know
How to begin his lifelong mortal search
For the sole soul who chose to come below.
The brokenness within he did not want,
Nor to be trapped inside a body seen
By those all those, too, who, blind within the haunt
Know not the spectres tied inside machines.
But He went down beseeching him to hear
The music that is played beyond his realm:
At length from God’s when matter comes more dear:
his ship of death——he must give up the helm
To Him who made the world but dwelt not in
Until he made it known whose fault was sin.