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The Splendour Of God
The drunk stars stagger across the sky,The moon wavers and sways like a wind-blown bud,Beneath my feet the earth like drifting scudLapses and slides, wallows and shoots on high;Immovable things start suddenly flying by,The city shakes and quavers, a city of mudAnd ooze—a brawling cataract is my blood Of molten metal and fire—like God am I
When God crushes his passion-fruit for our thirstAnd the universe totters—I have burst the grapeOf the world, and let its powerful blood escape
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