The violet sea longs for the birth of gods,
for to be born here is an unspeakable feast,
a drumroll of commanding retinues and tritons.
The revolutionary simpleton is everywhere.
If you must go nowhere, step out.
The soul started at the knee-cap and ended at the navel.
Give me the outside of all things, I am a fanatic for the externality of things.
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