out of his hands the clay
has fashionable dreams
the snake the baroque lie
attempts to redeem is
surely to be believed
in her bed in her seams
the fast earth is relieved
by nourishment of worms
as common ecstasy
there is nothing to it
nothing can shake the tree
of its fallen fruit
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BEAST (think about it)
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