That ripple of horrendous candor
Of crippling axioms
That which pulls the trees to their knees,
Oh lady of the Great Red Spot
With generous giving and gentle omniscience
You know my soul,
See this cool night and grant me your blessing
Breathe unto me your presence
For it spins my heart,
Heartfelt and dream-weaving
Soul-sweeping and shield shattering
You are here.
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