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Resonance
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Mediu
Let my fears fly, above the plateau
High above the steep declines and crevaces
Where none would come upon them
And how I could enjoy once again
The fruits of the orchid
Casting my eyes, the fruits revealed
The gateways of the parapets which
keep the fears of others aeons hitherto
Within their belt of sin
I also saw the bells of the dungeons
and the infinity and the mounts
and the crystal cups of the ambrosia
Where the divine ones rest
On moss-grown rock
And I heard above all the whispering
Of them... the gods
the resonance of the orchid
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