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Nausicaa 343
For the love of the eye we ride to the core
Of your infinity- fair glory in natural wealth
We might come to love in time also
Some joyous May it is that pierces us
Through our cigarettes and gloom which
Is always falling from our window
Found flying to meet the street below
Left in pools of moon broken, perhaps in
Scientifical beauty now hardened
to understanding in its unusualness.
A simple Trinity: common virgin, race of the dull and attentionless god,
Lipless prompting
Speaking while figuring
A nail in the saint
A quarrel in Thursday
This is the way we learn.
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