Lavoura Arcaica
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nor did my respect for the
ancient sayings.

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I had to scream in furor
that my madness...

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had more wisdom than
Father's wisdom.

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That my illness suited me better
than the family's good health.

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That my remedies had never
been mentioned in the books.

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But there was another
medicine. Mine.

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I recognized no science
except my own...

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and everything was merely
a matter of perspective.

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Only my point of view held
any meaning whatsoever.

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I wanted to tell him only
a satisfied person would

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test the virtue of patience
with other people's hunger.

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I had to say all this
in a verbal fit...

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turning upside down
the sermon table.

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Destroying clamps,
bolts and moorings.

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Establishing a different balance,
and gathering strenght...

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to go higher and higher.
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Tightening mainly my
clandestine muscles...

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rediscovering at once
the beast in me,

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My hooves, jaws and spurs...
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letting the oily grease coat my
sculptured self as I galloped...

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with my feathered mane
flying like feathers.

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Stepping with my sagittarius
paws the soft belly of the world.

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Taking from this pasture
a grain of wheat...

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and a fat slice
of wine-soaked wrath.

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Me, the epileptic.
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The possessed, crazed epileptic.
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Me, the starved,
rolling in my convulsive speech...

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the soul of a flame.
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A veronica cloth
and a squirt of mud...

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mixing the salty name of our
sister into this flowing broth...

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the perverted name of Ana.
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Such shivering...
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So many suns...
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Such agony.

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