Engineer an atmospheric aegis. A canopy Calliope castellated. A halo cincturing the light that paints it. When denser is the vapor that sustains it. As common as a cosmic mystery. To which the beast was held there in the dark. And that one had it’s flame most crystalline. From which less distant was the stainless spark. My lady, who in my anxiety. Beheld me much perplexed, said onto me. Dependent is the heaven and nature all. Motion then set forth inside of me. Of systems possible, if ‘tis confessed. That Wisdom Infinite must form the best. Where all must full or not coherent be. And all that rises, rise in due degree. There I beheld a thousand faces. Made so purple from the cold. A shudder then came over me. And evermore will come, at frozen ponds.
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