.Hidden from the mystics whose writings had foretold
With shattering simplicity, the mystery unfolds
A small bouquet of cells becomes a living child
Fathered by the great I am, a mother; gentle, mild
Nurtured in the shadow of the iron Roman fist
Shunning the dementia no human.
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