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I read it from my little golden cards- Past, present, future. I offered my soul and thought to the pallor of the holy fingertips. I drank, and swayed to the humming (of the honey voice). Each moon and sun I was altar. I swooned, arched, trembled, at every murmur, bite, caress. I ate, and carved into my flesh. Into the sun beyond this place: spoken of. Until one dawn I awoke. No longer could I move; I would have wept. I was corpse. I was dreaming body. I was sculpted of stone.