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[Auriea Harvey]

>   We did not know its outrageous head, therein the eye apples matured. But
>   its Torso glows still like a kandelaber, in that its looking, only
>   back-screwed, holds themselves and shines. Otherwise the bug of the
>   chest could not dazzle you, and in the quiet rotation of the Lenden a
>   smile could not go to that center, which carried the generation.
>   Otherwise this stone would be disfigured and briefly under the shoulders
>   transparent fall and flickered not as skinskin skins; and would not
>   break out of all his edges like an asterisk: because is there no place,
>   which does not see you. You must modify your life.

>   R.M. Rilke & Babelfish