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They do not know the way
nor do I,
but looking through sand is a
labyrinth.
And these rituals I do with the
invisibles
ae but invocations through
intution.
For their breath flows into
the Vessel I am,
to worship Inanna is to be
possessed.
The fifth Gate I do see,
the tri-crosses,
sparkling upwards through
her nostrils.
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