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