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In the beginning it was not the word
but the compromise, between that divine
and the practical of possibilities.
And God saw that it was good, and rejoiced.

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Where yesterday, they lay unbound within
that pit of joy: skipping pleasure's eye shone:
processing o'er the virgin stars of night.
Uncleaved, the fruit, no cloven star reveals
but split between parts recognised,
in critical comprehension; what perfect
in created form forms patterns incidental

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