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The Sun's Bedroom: The Aged Genii Tells What It Was The Wolf King Saw:
". . .Between the damp sheets in the lairs of humans,
In their unearthly cities where they are most
A part of the animals, Love, from the harsh end
Of the planet, rises from the nebulaic frost
Of her beginnings to fill me; her hair, wings, down
Over her shoulders like a God's, she soars -- where the mole gliding
Slips to where night comes; where, through the windows
Of her apartment, watched by its gargoyles' gleaming
Eyes, I sang in my heart's pulsing chambers;
Where the caught mouse sails as the owl receives whiteness; where
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