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Angel Far
14 January 1962
My mind is as bleak as the steppes of the Moon And as cold as the Uranian air My heart is as hot as the bright-side moon Exploding in a solar flare And with the lion love of my fiery boon I burn in Her glorious hair
The galaxies Are Arrow-Trees Plummed by Maat’s fierce love’s A glowing see That holds the worlds together.
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