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