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in embalmed darkness

O for a beaker full of the warm South

the talking engines of our day.

the colour of the day

madness and favorite flower

the sun was white

The salmon-falls

Pinned to sky-blue sheets

Until life moves faster

Enwrought with golden and silver light

Plunge of a stone

little orange-silver fish

a thirst for salt

a first world of undivided light

the amber light of a wound

the man in the deep

captured at eleven

Set fire to all your bones.

Faust walking among flowers of the world