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