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I see...
All stars assembled- once again they want to bang. In veranda I drink what the father left behind. His desires- my desires on the smoke of my cigarette evaporating shapes- the rotten desires miserable and poor as decayed Iris tuber split prior to moistening seven times seven. We are the children of Love before we become the children of our desires. Thyme is twisting odor with hyacinth. Two lumps of hatred- the last remained thrown in an abyss of the miser merchant. The Soul declares enlightenment perpetually- in silence. We are deaf to hear this tune. ...and the story unfolds heavily as aquamarine brocade when mistletoe releases its Gnostic essence. Love has no other name- it rather gives out of herself never losing even a particle of her celestial being- we meet again in the Island of honey-blood; once again we are immune even from the most evil hexes cast by mischief We shall now hail this lasting second folding us with the mildness of a liquid nacre in a dew transformed- Stand up oh Human You too have right to Love- And you Poet: " May the curse of all Mankind Fall upon and your writing hand be cleft- if You ever restrain or quit writing on Love..."
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