The Womb of Earth, it has hunger
And the more its hunger the more
Consumes; and the more consumes
The more produce, shall produce;
Matures the produce under the sun
And as equally matures under the stars and moon
When the hallowed caves of the secret spirit
Rebounded from cave to cave self-echoing
And in this momentous silences I shall sink.
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