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97 ALEXANDER THE GREAT
97 ALEXANDER THE GREAT
97 ALEXANDER THE GREAT
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Eternity: peadic geometry Glaring, To the sober impossible, Before his detained reflection From his agonized side; From its great reservoir. A shrewd beam from a single clean and jerk has landed on him.
From the Strait Hellespont Until Phrygia. The Gordian knot It has been chopped up.
The rudder on Alexander has bowed down And a world in darkness and on the shores of the waters; In the finery and ravines of the sands And the moon has been delineated. Prophesying a novice and enlightened Brotherhood of all men. He has sketched the seasons full of dawn, lucidity and halo. And even the shores of the tense and terrifying dawn has plowed The underside of the dream There at the landing of the first of the heliocentric He has fled from the mockingbird and the sublime, the trivial and the boredom. It has been diluted in the mist of glare, waste and adrenaline Between the edge between the looks and the skin; He has set sail to another barrage and another whirlwind, Of frivolous hopes knotted in the shadows, the cliffs and gorges And before the novel universe has remained
