a gentle whisper floated the room
'my name is Aeschylael,
I came from crags, so long the ways
from rags and over, heard the pray,
so hear, hear me and make no cuss,
my heart ain't made of golden glass
and there are no shapes, no eyes or forms
there is no rage, no cruel storms,
there are no myths about god,
no circles, devil's time or flood,
there is no hollow spots of flames
there is no crucifix, no fame
for martyrs. there is no roaring fuss.
there are no things which so above
thy dazzling light, my beating heart.'
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