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