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