.I tasted the fever of Your existence
Seems like cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside, I stay away
Transmuting my quicksilver blood
KIA, that I may see
ZOS, that I may touch
Insipid are the describing words
The self needs no vulgar praise
This worship has no .
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