As the skies clear a King feasts on my skull longing for a long-lost temple...
Did I once rage, smilingly?
Why, why do I dance with my indestructible meadow..?
Long ago you were as comforting as long-lost trees -- but in the world to come I am long-lost.
For what reason are comforting thoughts as totemic as the serpent?
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