Moment of truth

Fantasies are unknowable. What I think is unmanifested, out-of-the-way, pristine in the substratum of hidden things among crux of god. Stars slave to my inclination, untouchable.
The constellation of my being - the password to the arcane law of poetry - is gazed upon as divine legacy. Thus divine fortune is my personal luxury. The law of existence when sought and understood is the throne of man.
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