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The arch never sleeps

Who of us would not be glad to lift the veil?

Built of nothing but solitary thought,

a structure rises precipitously upward

Thersites born again as ape or egg

The golden mind of Gracchus turned to lead

In the shadow of a great ring

This ain’t a dream anymore, it’s the real thing

Horse dung in white wine

Blood with the odor of violets

The secret Wotan taught his son

Did one wear a watch in the tomb?

In the distance, an old phoenix rises

Can entropy be decreased?

The hunter paused, the wolf in chase

It’s only castles burning