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He has the sound
of a trumpet in his mouth and
he has walked over mountains
and told us that we are west.
I hold gold in my hand
and then it slips into my
cup and he takes it to
the wall and it drizzles down,
becoming fresh and the droplets
have drawn into circles
they are shapes of heads
this gold is alchemy and the east
is here now to teach
us the deep and mysterious sound for the holy.

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