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