In this dusk of the Cyclops moon Ringing down beams of a lantern Feeling breath of specter's shade Touching me with a lip's scent This hour of proverb and tranquility Of all the words I have composed With my brazen pen of ecstasy A chorus of angels unfold Upon the dust of a resin snow As the lords in Heaven bow In Renaissance of pensive quill In motif of a ballet's grace As
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