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Tau Gallicum

In the roaring undergirding

By the fine old wattled keep

I chanted fast my brains to muck 

And sunk forms into sleep

And for each blearing corner

Which broken, yielded pain

I melted horns for every world

And stuck pins in my brain

—Asher C. Hurowitz

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