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