"In a mirror or rim I dwell.
Lit, I saw in me lost, ill:
a never gone moon.
No omen: ogre, venal, lit,
solemn, I was it: ill, lewd;
I, mirror or rim, an I."
--@MerlinaAcevedo
"We have abandoned the quest for new languages."
"Pearls of price picked out of mussels,
Cairngorm stones, and studs of cornelian,
And gleaming torques of the twisted gold..."
--Artorius
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