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|    Ilya Shambat to All    |
|    Fire and Water    |
|    25 Sep 20 23:33:48    |
      From: ibshambat@gmail.com              The fire that burns in me today       Will also burn in me tomorrow       In all derangement and all sorrow       Its shadows shall the walls display.              Outside the opening of a cave       Or out of the volcanic crater       Is seen the truth of higher nature       And everything that it may save.              It is in everything that's true       And also everything apparent -       The sky, illumined and transparent,       Alit in pink and white and blue -              Reflects him as though through a prism       And into multi-colored splednor       The universal truth is rendered,       Like lava bursting through the schisms.              The fire that burns in me today -       A spark of all-consuming plasma -       Will percolate like a miasma       Into the place where shadows play -              Will burn the skin of all therein       And fill their noses full of poison       And make the place destroyed and noisome       Until in cave they can't remain;              But burst into the higher mind       From higher mind to higher senses       And as their spirit-form advances       They see the sun, but go not blind -              But burn through stone, through barren rock       And smash and tear and rise to passion       Shaking the earth like a concussion       And time resetting like a clock.              Water in heights; in water, heights -       In heights of mind exists life's essence       And in its gentle incandescence       At truth of universe arrives              In water, heights; and as its waves       Engulf, carress the restless kernel       Etheric merges with infernal       To cleanse the confines of the cave,              And send its members through the core -       Into the ever-waiting heaven -       And then return into the cavern,       This to repeat forevermore.              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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