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The elixir of life, the philosopher's stone is yours if you surrender sterile logic, trivial reason.

Hilda Doolittle

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Light threatens, is active, is gone, so it is with a song.
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I testify to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven and walls of colour, the colonnades of jasper.
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Passionate grave thought, belief enhanced, ritual returned and magic.
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For you are abstract, making no mistake, slurring no word in the rhythm you make, the poem, writ in the air.
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My eye-balls are glass, my limbs marble, my face fixed in its marble mask.
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Dance until the earth dance.
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