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