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