As you fill my stomach with wisdom, I feel the patience,
I see the wrapping of cloth, and my mind seeks glory.
If we can't remember himself like a toy or ghost, we forget
The truth of the being in this world, like a grief or hurt.
So powerful are the stars in their glory and allegation,
We are surprised by news of a certain sighting, too greater
Than the source of everything, we believe in the memory.
As your heart is mine, we are connected like the mighty ghosts,
More thirst is more moisture of the head and heart together;
We argue and fight over the golden and the yellow, what of the
Alchemy subduing the crowd of believers and the crowds of awe?
This is chemistry of the highest compilations, of the higher stars,
So that astrology conquers the one who disgusts the future
Men who laugh and sway in the stars at night, at soldier's time.
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