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