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