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Saturn's Ring

and who is it thou doth see in order circling thee,


first the serpent that does not strike, thou circled


before I so realized, she hath many forms, she is and


then so be it, Death. then the moon, then the broken


slate then the wind that moves in two ways, then the


hidden one doth show me, I am the stone, she holdeth


the sword, and through me it goes, yet there is nought


there is no more, there is no more, thou art here now.



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