I'm the movement of water. I'm playing
a game of light and space, rendering ways
to square the circle. I love you more
than the monk loves the moments before
Sunrise. I am devoted to your reign
and bask in your dogma. I have drained
the mountains of their color, nations
of their waste. She devised salvation,
redemption, consecrated beyond dispute
and worshiped in all prayer. Her absolute
authority is scattered about the spare
corners of the temple. I am there
in the air like clouds, in the skies
pronouncing mysterious blasphemies.
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