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 Moves!
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 Vastly she spreads the narrowed wing of the night time air engulfed with vulgar light.
 The shifting, simmering sigh of ageless kings, the wallowing wombs, the love of my delight.
 I am so strange in this queer, dark, old stewpot.
 And I know that tomorrow, or maybe the day after, I will have my soup with a long, long spoon.
 And the salt and the marrow and the skull and the fire will all sit together and laugh around the ring.
 And we shall choose to please ourselves with amber, with diamonds, with frankincense.
 And with fingernail pairings hung in the sky like the moon.
 And laugh, and we'll sit there and we'll laugh until we are so silly.
 And those fingernail pairings and those old coals and rags and bits of twigs and broken bottles
 and old spectacles and rhomboid picture frames and wire all tangled up with some unimaginable goo.
 And we'll love it, just like children will love it.
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