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Coax out that ruthless devil and learn its fears. [King of Swords]

Heaven that stands only in the hearts of phantasmal angels, only in their whispers in your ear, only in what your hands have wrought. [XI - Justice]

Here, this, our hands together, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. [XXI - The World]

Cold air drawn through clenched teeth.

The mainspring wound.

Why are you are surrounded by torn paper?

The stars have a plan for you. The night is an unveiling of countless eyes intent.

Your body is a temple - fill it with song, fill it with silence, fill it with the bones of saints.

A patient tongue may hollow stone.

The chiming of the chandelier in a cold winter wind.

A lone glove, a passing whim, a forgotten threat.

An animal cannot steal.

STEEPLES LIKE UNTO TEETH

Our hearts bright and translucid and fructiform.

Thumbprints on lips.

The first stone laid on cloud-back.

You are born, you open your mouth, you join a vast unceasing chorus.