You a ten vixen full fine vulpine
Pleasure ladders the structures of the Spine
Latticework of eyes Distance made by time
Words form mist ElevateMundaneDivine
Form fist we kiss Outside Time Outside Mind We outside mine.
Golden armed I’m clothed in sun
From Apollo’s crown my tunic spun
Silver trim corona studded jewels from lost Ophir
Thoth exalts his treasure in the cask named Odrerir
Alchemisland 
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