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