Let us all be heads of lettuce;
let us not let knives upset us.
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«The cathedral's dimming. Twilight settles. / Stone walls are tinted gray and mauve. / Stained-glass windows fade like withered petals / In the refuge of the Gothic cove. Fabrics made of scintillation waning, / Veil of souls living their loss; / Ruby of the wine revealed in Cana, / Red o...»
«What a hand, as airborne as fire, / Leads my passion lest I turn astray? / Not the stone firm my feet inquire / But a vatic water play... Spirit wounded by the sharp pilasters, / Bees of candles stinging darkness sores... / Pierced hearts are blossoming like asters / With the evergolden...»
«Helix stairs. Put away the fear. / Light of mind... the boundless unlocks. / Shadows of saints are shining here, / Flap of feathers, screeches of white flocks. Far below, in temples, the undying / Litany; the earthly sighs' repeat. / I am treading an arête of diamond, / Spires of cathe...»
«Underground... Graven ossuaries. / Choir echo; vigil chants and pleas. / Rustling leaves of palms and rosemaries, / Scent of candle wax. Decay and peace... Here are cathedrals' roots of stone. / Here I am summoned, dust and fume; / Be a seed, dissolve in crumbling loam, / Rise as a cath...»