Thought formed the earth as earth formed the thought -
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it flew with the wind as the wind always sought the fire of
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feat,
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the soma of motion,
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producing the sweat that set off the corrosion that made the
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flesh turn into earth again.
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So let the water drink you as Ophelia did -
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beloved daughter and cherished sister.
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Or worship the earth that Pompeii once hid,
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differing not between vagrant and minister.
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Take heed to the wind and its soft fingertips and fire's red
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thoughts and smouldering lips.
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So let the water drink you as Ophelia did -
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beloved daughter and cherished sister.
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Or worship the earth that Pompeii once hid,
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differing not between vagrant and minister.
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Sense - will you show me the way to the matter of radiant
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living,
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of having to shatter the fundamentals of intoxicant
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thinking?
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Opposing the stream , never stirring or blinking,
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but firmly preserving Sisyphus' work.
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The boulder rolls heavily - is it in vain?
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Deducing the truth again and again.
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The wind speeds up as the earth turns hard.
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The mountain swells up but reaps pure disregard from
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mythology,
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history and all in between.
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So let the water drink you as Ophelia did -
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beloved daughter and cherished sister.
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Or worship the earth that Pompeii once hid,
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differing not between vagrant and minister.
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Circled
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| Borknagar |
