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When from this dark and burning hearth

Black milked from out the rage of day I come

To tear blank limbs from spineless membrane mirth

And strew them gasping manflakes dull

Flying folded in a world of wire

 

Then something surges on the distant shore

And ancient screams can penetrate the daze

Of aerial tumult and the chthonic neutron waves

Then flames take light and earthflesh unfolds fear

And this bright mandala is snowquake thunder here

 

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