There was launched in to the air a few molecules of condensed rock
My head lay rest
A bow and a sign
A rock and the way to approach destiny
I afforded the various (seemingly infinite variety) colours in His Mind.
From a place of Spring on the horizon of a sunset
The Madonna and Child reuniting for Eternity.
I was stoned by Europe for the sake of strength
The rubber of the wheel did no harm
The pang of desolation in the desert, so he rode off on a donkey
Passing the Camels (doing their typical pinhole deed).
The thing I look forward to is not yet revealed.
But there is a clue, in the Shield.
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