Yin and Yang cherries in the center of day torches lit for the primal gods semen invoked in emerald realms dewy goddess thousands of me unfold with my contemplation goblet rich with fire she is not under control sacred scroll masked in feathers the eldest daughter, a burnished priestess ghostly draperies traverse us, peaceful and promising birth and death the same by ardor and reason entire wonders grow from our veins a tree, the forests candelabra among the most holy graceful oaks, temples
--Zaratyst, 10-20-89
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