Onorthochrasaei

my mother full of bliss

I see now allso, how, the flesh, is become the owtside

then the one who heard, who breathes into her fount of blood, spread out for her

glass beads

Here, is the skynn turned into the Centre

and these are thine in the heart

founteine eleere

When death completes the number of the body

a skeleton wrapped in skin

Open your eyes and you shall see, now you towche the world

subject to death

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