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