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I built my house and raised my altars. consume hours of my rites in solitude behind the screens of the world as a deity forgotten, and no priests to celebrate it without the faithful to worship.
read and reread my sacred texts, I will implore my brothers and I lose the infinitely small of my thoughts, I'll be exhausted from a trip without the trip down on the table and sleep in my meal, so deep as to be the mirror of a liquid night, as the fluid and sweet as caramel.
the alternation of moods and seasons will see the first pass and then turn off the stars, predictions, and oracles, in the halls of the temple.
And I celebrate myself that eventually this will be an image through the shiny surface of the night.