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What sweet madness we possess 

when straight time is at our throat;
our breath flows under duress;
pure respiration is a threat:

Inspiration is release,
so find your form and do begin
to set intentions to the East,
where lunar cycles do begin:

Sun and Luna, lunar light;
radiant depths across the frame
of the painting – day and night
share their colors, notes and name:

And when sun and moon oppose
the truth will pop out on your nose!
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