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Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn, no longer in deadly black, with hoarse note curse the sons of joy. Nor accepted brethren whom, tyrant, he calls free; lay the bound or build the roof. Nor pale religious lechery call that virginity, that wishes but acts not!

For everything that lives is Holy.

— William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

I pondered this. I pondered a day.
It is, just what is,it is to promise
But will not feed us more than clay,
Nor allow us more than pause to perish
For it shall not allow a heart to glance
That warming glance that I would cherish,
Nor allow to whisper breaths upon her ear
Nor her to stand full height to bite by chance
Whatever of my flesh she may find near
And by that draw my blood, and a tear.

– seb


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