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Description
A veiled nun counts off her prayers.
Old-age bends her low yet rapture uplifts her.
Angels are tamed and quote germane scripture;
they flap about heaven while flying the nave.

An iron gate is barred at night.
Black and white columns guard Amun's altar.
Young women dance as blood pours on fire;
they quiver like rattles, foretell in lost tongues.

A cold spring wells from lush moss.
It's shadowed by jungle, hidden by nature.
Wooden cup here and remnants of homage:
bread crumb and fruit rind, tinge of red wine.

I dwell in the faithful, the god-touched, the chalice.
I speak through clairvoyance that knows beyond word.
I am the cloistered, the yin dark still virgin,
cloaked with blue ocean, crowned by the moon.

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Description
A veiled nun counts off her prayers.
Old-age bends her low yet rapture uplifts her.
Angels are tamed and quote germane scripture;
they flap about heaven while flying the nave.

An iron gate is barred at night.
Black and white columns guard Amun's altar.
Young women dance as blood pours on fire;
they quiver like rattles, foretell in lost tongues.

A cold spring wells from lush moss.
It's shadowed by jungle, hidden by nature.
Wooden cup here and remnants of homage:
bread crumb and fruit rind, tinge of red wine.

I dwell in the faithful, the god-touched, the chalice.
I speak through clairvoyance that knows beyond word.
I am the cloistered, the yin dark still virgin,
cloaked with blue ocean, crowned by the moon.

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