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The Very Air Had Screams Smeared On It. He Flinched From The Noise In This Silent Room.

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Before Me You Are A Slug In The Sun. You Are Privy To A Great Becoming And You Recognize Nothing. You Are An Ant In The After-birth.it Is In Your Nature To Do One Thing Correctly: Before Me You Rightly Tremble. Fear Is Not What You Owe Me, Lounds, You And The Other Pismires. You Owe Me Awe.

He Moves Smoothly And Slowly, Carrying His Concentration Like A Brimming Cup.

When The Fox Hears The Rabbit Scream He Comes A-runnin', But Not To Help.