In the Apollonian and Dionysian abodes I hear nuances that are never implied how be they insipid to the empty eye Then my fingers disintegrate into its silent voices and I find Being the sanctuary where the wave of a wing is so very fertile in its demonic syncopation Like the harmony of the stars that reign all wonder which dares to ponder the very majesty of their
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