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