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My guide, at this point, decided to speak:

"Work. Just work. Let the rest sort itself out.
Set a routine, and let your forces peak
when the world has vanished to twist and shout:
Follow the rhythms in your heart and brain-
the tom-tom triplets in polyphony
against the cut-time tick-tock jazz refrain
decried as madness, eccentricity:
You can see that this is all in tribute
to the love that we all carry within
ourselves, despite our habit to impute
our inner-self  to an innermost sin":
And I went from an aching criminal
to feeling Venusian and standing tall. 
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