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    and you see thousands of miles away
    through the fires ignited
    like islands or boats between rooms
    the schools of necessity
    and the sails and the people:
    all caught on fire by a darkness
    queer and uncontained
    that when inside the mother host
    death its pause would resume
    silent sphinxine pose unmoved.
    to dwindle and dust
    sometimes i go downwards
    and sometimes i go up

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    A whirlwind of beautiful, challenging wordplay - frantic midlings - matter of fact closing to my ear. Will be back to read again.

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      Burn
      No smoke
      without Fire
      what nature
      finds a rare
      purge
      the common
      demiurge
      of man

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