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Division For centuries now I have heard the drums of Pan I wrench free of my muddy prison Wiping clean my eyes Of clay induced blindness Long ago I fell from the tapestry My true nature lost and forgotten But this ashy abode chokes me now The abyss calls to me again I return to the flame of my birth My becoming, my nullification Unification and completion The soft melody of the stars Echoes in my ears I must be divided for love Microcosm—Macrocosm My finger touches the heavens But my foot still slurps at mud You look inside my mind And find yourself mad |
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