If the enamored-moon quiting
The lightning stance
In the flame of your rubious gaze
Can ramshackle and douse fire
From hearthstone, dire tongues
And dare dividing lines with naked angst,
Ask, child, when you reach the crossroad,
Ask for the narrow path
To the secret knowledge of divinity.
Tread the earth softly, child.
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