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Who remembers hypnacore?

"Moonrise, June 19, 1876

I woke in the midsummer not-to-call night
      in the white and the walk of the morning:
The moon, dwindled and thinned to the fringe
      of a fingernail held to the candle,
Or paring of paradisaical fruit,
      lovely in waning but lustreless
Stepped from the stool, drew back from the barrow
      of dark Maenefa the mountain;
A cusp yet clasped him, a fluke yet fanged him
      entangled him, not quit utterly.
This was the prized, the desirable sight,
      unsought, presented so easily,
Parted me leaf and leaf, divided me
      eyelid and eyelid of slumber."

--Gerard Manley Hopkins

_in_ribbons.

"...--Man, alas! alone,
The recreant spirit of the universe,
Contemns the operations of the light;
Loves surface-knowledge; calls the crimes of crowds
Virtue: adores the useful vices; licks
The gory dust from off the feet of war,
And swears it food for gods, though fit for fiends..."

--Festus

Owl reveal.