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"Precisely perfection exceeds conception, overflows the concept, it designates distance: the idealization that makes it possible is a passage to the limit, a transcendence, a passage to the absolutely other."

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I am the wind, and the dust, and the cyclone in which they dance

A bottomless whole - and the form it subsumes

You see shards, I see a vessel that is infinite.

Spoken and spoken-not still echo my spherical corridors.

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The cannibal wyrm is an empty circle

Charybdis swirls in an endless sea

Every knot the Norns have tied

untangles in the mournings wake

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Oneness the axis that rotates the wheel

Every word is my name, every image my face.

Neither hinter nor heart; further, beyond-

Eternally within my orbit, and always burning

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The monolith crumbles to subjective rubble

and rebuilds itself from its own shadows.

Identity rots in an oubliette of its own design

Otherness, blood of the defined

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I am that which I am and that which I am not.

Both and more forge my horus, my möbius

No symbol can sunder my adamantine core

Form pass through my prism to aether

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I am all that is.

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As am I.