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Supremest fictions grow with fungus speed,
The drunk by lies, the diver knows by art
The blurry wrecks mad fairy-tale with weed.
Soon sight confounds the truth germ in the heart
With a new myth matured with novel ease
From unlived histories which do not smart.
The germ divides, the fictions lunge and squeeze
Into the breach pronounced by this division,
The duplicating halves of truth they seize.
Now is forever fable in the vision,
The figures changing every time we check,
The fate which gives safe sail provides collision;
We plunge for vessel and we find the wreck,
A shell and loss before invention sees
The unexpected Angel on the deck.
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