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Laugh not with every man that
laughs with you
Weep not with every man that
weeps with you
Let your moves be guided by
the angels of the sun
Let your steps be made by
the cherubim of the moon, for
The world is an abyss hosting mountains of darkness
In eternity be the searchlight
locating the truth in immortal light with eternal compass.
I tune to heaven of joy
I enjoy joy of heaven
In glory unlimited
In grace eternal
Rain of  power
Powering me
To immortal Power
To immortal Glory.

Alleluias in thunders
Roaring glory
In immortality
In rapids cataracts
Falling in gold
In immortal Glory.
The earth grooves in portal of violence, and the surface bleeding deep in furrows.

Cryptic wind in running battles against her notches and grooves, cutting deep into her face.

Rumbles in roarings
And roarings in rumbles
Tumbling earth upside down into pompous wind of violence.

Uproars in cataracts cascade
Declaring faces in deluge rage
Ridden earth out of glorious rhythms
Metastasizing disorder
In earth arteries and aorta!

Who will mould the broken ***?

Let the eagles displace the fluttering birds
Let the vision of the night birth glory
Let thunder and lightning come to the night
Let nightingales sing till glory dawn.
You prefer to come
To me in the dark.
"You're more my temperature then,"
You once said.
I'm not much of a thermometer,
But I am the eurythmy
To each syllable you give
In such settled shadow.
A play of murmurs and fingertips
You once named this.
Always I see a wreath in your hair,
In colors of Persia,
Textures of night,
And the soft blended lines
Of you I know
Vespertine - occurring in the evening.
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