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INTERPRETATION Hour begets hour, dream begets dream, to be penetrated by a god means good fortune or else death. Either is divine: the shining company, arms of light, fluid energy and hallowed fervor passing into you in its instant of satisfaction. The oblivion of a god's heat wipes away what came before. Ill fortune and life are forgotten. An animal smell, richer than human, rubs from his skin onto yours. Enclosed in his desire, you cry out a prophecy as you come endlessly alive in the moment and the god's delirium.
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