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" 
In the sea without lees
Standeth the bird of Hermes
Eating his wings variable
And maketh himself yet full stable
When all his feathers be from him gone
He standeth still here as a stone
Here is now both white and red
And all so the stone to quicken the dead
All and some without fable
Both hard and soft and malleable
Understand now well and right
And thank you God of this sight
The bird of Hermes is my name eating my wings to make me tame.
To Kill
Rays of glorious optimism; to kill the treacherously
ghastly darkness of the sullen night,
Avalanches of tantalizing mysticism; to kill dreadful
chapters of fetidly rotting monotony,
Dewdrops of philanthropic benevolence; to kill the
bloody war of indiscriminate hatred,
Pearls of perpetual wisdom; to kill the famished
tyranny of hopelessly debilitating illiteracy,
Cloudbursts of rhapsodic fantasy; to kill the
painstaking agony of mutilating boredom,
Fountains of mesmerizing scent; to kill the
disdainfully traumatic odor of manipulative prejudice,
Tornados of Herculean strength; to kill devastating laziness; slithering baselessly on chocolate brown wisps of mundane soil,
Fabulously sweet cocoons of honey; to kill ruthless
animosity; parasitically sucking all tribes,
Fireballs of untamed passion; to kill cold blooded
frigidity; irrevocably refusing the web of mystique
and love,
Mountains of astronomical conviction; to kill
disastrous diffidence; deluged perennially in mournful
remorse,
Rainshowers of irrefutable truth; to kill satanic
chains of hideously ostentatious lies,
Swords of patriotic triumph; to kill traitors
beheading their divinely sacrosanct motherland,
Volcano’s of unprecedented ecstasy; to kill self
inflicted wounds of gory sorrow; tumultuously
proliferating after caressing land,
Winds of insurmountable ambition; to kill utterly
nonchalant staring into murky space; for centuries
immemorial,
Voices of impeccably boisterous activity; to kill
everlasting hours of compellingly abominable sleep,
Nostalgic reflections of childhood; to kill inevitably
advancing age; and the fear of relinquishing all
energy,
Romantic clouds of majestic art; to kill savage
corruption and irate blasphemy of the living; in the
stringently conventional society,
Perpetually augmenting thunderbolts of love; to kill
insidiously capricious and perilous hatred,
And immortal rainbows of Godly life; to kill the heart
of cowardly death; even before it could even nimbly
arise…
"
In the sea without lees
Standeth the bird of Hermes
Eating his wings variable
And maketh himself yet full stable
When all his feathers be from him gone
He standeth still here as a stone
Here is now both white and red
And all so the stone to quicken the dead
All and some without fable
Both hard and soft and malleable
Understand now well and right
And thank you God of this sight
The bird of Hermes is my name eating my wings to make me tame.
To Kill
Rays of glorious optimism; to kill the treacherously
ghastly darkness of the sullen night,
Avalanches of tantalizing mysticism; to kill dreadful
chapters of fetidly rotting monotony,
Dewdrops of philanthropic benevolence; to kill the
bloody war of indiscriminate hatred,
Pearls of perpetual wisdom; to kill the famished
tyranny of hopelessly debilitating illiteracy,
Cloudbursts of rhapsodic fantasy; to kill the
painstaking agony of mutilating boredom,
Fountains of mesmerizing scent; to kill the
disdainfully traumatic odor of manipulative prejudice,
Tornados of Herculean strength; to kill devastating laziness; slithering baselessly on chocolate brown wisps of mundane soil,
Fabulously sweet cocoons of honey; to kill ruthless
animosity; parasitically sucking all tribes,
Fireballs of untamed passion; to kill cold blooded
frigidity; irrevocably refusing the web of mystique
and love,
Mountains of astronomical conviction; to kill
disastrous diffidence; deluged perennially in mournful
remorse,
Rainshowers of irrefutable truth; to kill satanic
chains of hideously ostentatious lies,
Swords of patriotic triumph; to kill traitors
beheading their divinely sacrosanct motherland,
Volcano’s of unprecedented ecstasy; to kill self
inflicted wounds of gory sorrow; tumultuously
proliferating after caressing land,
Winds of insurmountable ambition; to kill utterly
nonchalant staring into murky space; for centuries
immemorial,
Voices of impeccably boisterous activity; to kill
everlasting hours of compellingly abominable sleep,
Nostalgic reflections of childhood; to kill inevitably
advancing age; and the fear of relinquishing all
energy,
Romantic clouds of majestic art; to kill savage
corruption and irate blasphemy of the living; in the
stringently conventional society,
Perpetually augmenting thunderbolts of love; to kill
insidiously capricious and perilous hatred,
And immortal rainbows of Godly life; to kill the heart
of cowardly death; even before it could even nimbly
arise…
"