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No poetic phantasy but a biological reality, a fact: I am an entity like bird, insect, plant or sea-plant cell I live I am alive.

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There must be real gods see, the painted gods how fair!
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The whole white world is ours.
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Let Love step down, open the clasped hands, forfeit the thorny crown, retrieve the garment that was whole, body and spirit one, spirit and soul.
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Sing and your hell is heaven, your heaven less hell.
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Luminous, unfearful high-priestesses, our fervour shall banish all evil.
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For this beauty, beauty without strength, chokes out life.
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I spit honey out of my mouth: nothing is second-best after the sweet of Eros.
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Ardent yet chill and formal, how I ache to tempt a chisel as a sculptor.
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