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Originality: novel rearrangement of hackneyed words.

Originality: rearranging hackneyed words and notions.

Imagination nourished by reservoirs of disquiet.

They found him at twilight Hiding beneath the deck. They bound his hands and feet; Put a chain ’round his neck. They demanded from him Details they had to know: Questions Questions Questions On who had sent him. Oh - They forced him to answer. He would not break his vow. But, silence was something That they would not allow. They tightened his chains, yet They could not make him talk. They turned to other means: The flame, the whip, the rock. He withstood each torment And still refused to spea...

To the one who knows my heart I send my love And kisses manifold Across the sea of stars, Across the bounds of Time. I dream of the days of youthful glory Beneath our shady tree, Your arms holding me in a perfect embrace, Your lips kissing my tears away. I know not why they took you And cast you in confusion; I know not why they tested my undying love With a parade of imposters in your guise. Through the sting of every whip And every pitiless laugh, Through the suffocating solitude, And past ...