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	<title>4 Trumpets &#187; conquest</title>
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		<title>Stealing the Fire</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2011 03:35:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[conflict]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[conquest]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[No thought or formula,
No belief or religion
Can stop your wiles
Endless foolery perhaps;
A trickster to crack a trickster.
*  *  *
I walk along a sandy shore.
The low silvery sun shimmers
liquid metal upon the sea.
Sitting alone,
Legs stretched in front,
A young woman with both hands
Kneeding the sand before her
In slow rhythmic motion,
Forward, then back,
Forward, back.
Her long jeans
Wet [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dawn Paean</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 01:38:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[son of aeolus,
i glide in whispered tones
across low valleys
where waters gather
the uprooted and discarded.
my kinsmen prefer
the hills and clouds
to join you
in the spectacle
of your brightest hour.
daughter of hyperion,
you long to illumine
the skies of avalon.
in lucent saffron robes
you hasten to rise
from dreary dreams
of night&#8217;s demise.
with careless ardor
you rush the gate
that none can open
without your fate.
its doors [...]]]></description>
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