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Avant-gardener
Reality is not a matter of truth, but imagination
Writer's gratitude
Full blossom of the evening
Cutting-edge
Cosmographical Meditations
Love rules without a sword
Encircled by imagination
And one day will seem like three
The period of the pendulum
The feast of harvest
The pound of flesh which I demand
Walking with all the stars within
Underneath, spirits tremble
High above, bodies sigh
Hear them sing through the leaves
Flutters in the thick of trees
The flavor of kinship
No trap can hold their whisper
Strange currents of friendly promise drift by
Out of darkness is born the light
Ground to a halt
For knowledge is limited
In like a lion, out like a lamb
A pulse grows in the temple
Humility opens the floodgates
The end is where we start from
Beyond the intricate configuration of the mind
A hungry stomach has no ears
Setting a trap for others
Wrath upon the enraged
Nietzsche taken to heart