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in the light of the eye,
multifaceted falling snow,
the hatchet falls
onto the fallow fields
where the god has yet to come
and plant his seed deep with in
in the light of the eye,
multitudes of tears,
a mourning star rises
above the hallowed grounds
where the goddess rests her head,
weeping in the fading hour
in the light of the eye,
minion of the lotus,
there is he, the lord of dance,
grinning as destruction spews
from his third evil eye
across the three worlds
in the light of the eye,
motion fed by motion,
the moon sighs
and the bride fades into
the laurel tree
as apollo cries into the night
his tears falling for the light of the eye...
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