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| Full of Myself I sit This side of time, An ooze of power, and dream. Star-seeds I dream, man-seeds, Each seed a mouth, Emptiness echoing Me. Forms deform and reform. Ages decay... | |
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| In our new world order, anti-establishment types like Andrew Susac reading his poem "Lord Vishnu" will be turned into the ultra-despised beggar caste. | |
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Another crisis averted by the Christian Right!
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