| I see the Sylphs in my stunned mind
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| The right-side triangle turns upside down
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| A circle of stellar blue sterilizes my system
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| As images have Paralda come and go
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| The animal of the ether, the oval of the Sphynx’s eye
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| Has reflected light outside of the triangular axis
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| I hear the renewal of a vacuumed, swallowed void:
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| Time spirals downward, projective, redemptive
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| The thought of a triangular, Tattvic fire
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| Is scarlet like smoke from the Djinn’s lamp garnet
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| Perhaps stars and desert plains are equally desolate
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| And like the fire, solar and forsaken
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| So I lionize your names
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| So I listen to your words
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| So I arraign to your nerves
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| So I lionize your names
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| So I listen to your words
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| So I redirect your seal
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| Back to the Intelligence
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| The animal of the ether, the oval of the Sphynx’s eye
|
| Has reflected light outside of the triangular axis
|
| The thought of a triangular, Tattvic fire
|
| Is scarlet like smoke from the Djinn’s lamp, garnet
|
| Perhaps stars and desert plains are equally desolate
|
| And like the fire, solar and forsaken
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| So I lionize your names
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| So I listen to your words
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| So I arraign to your nerves
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| So I lionize your names
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| So I listen to your words
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| So I redirect your seal
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| Back to the intelligence |