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I immerse myself into the Void; there my brittle bones give way to primal forces of creation. There I become a dancer, a lover, a villian, a raving lunatic, a thief, an innocent...reborn again and again into something new, even contradictory. This is the alchemy from which I write. Close your eyes to the dream, open your eyes to the word.
Psalm 45:1, "...My heart is overflowing with good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer."
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