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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
Cutting-edge
Cosmographical Meditations
The flavor of kinship
The period of the pendulum
And one day will seem like three
Encircled by imagination
Love rules without a sword
Walking with all the stars within
Hear them sing through the leaves
High above, bodies sigh
In like a lion, out like a lamb
Underneath, spirits tremble
Full blossom of the evening
No trap can hold their whisper
Flutters in the thick of trees
Humility opens the floodgates
Out of darkness is born the light
For knowledge is limited
Beyond the intricate configuration of the mind
A pulse grows in the temple
Ground to a halt
Strange currents of friendly promise drift by
The end is where we start from
Setting a trap for others
A hungry stomach has no ears
Nietzsche taken to heart
Wrath upon the enraged