even angels have bodies with unstable temperatures.
angels and winds blow intensely from the inner truths of early birds.
the contrary multitude of perspirings follows nothing yet. a vein still to open between this and this. imaginary wilderness. fear against desire. the primitive force or the law. so that the unfulfilled possibles talk with those angels alone. while the fire expands and sings the circle. infinite lines of infinite possibles. in the same blood. despairing of life and miracle. at fullest
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