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Grown In familiar gardens, The tendrils Of alabaster ashes Come falling down... G e n t l e . . . Nuclear wizards And cosmic oracles Weave spells Conjured from dead atoms, Spinning a sea of stars Dredged up, Out of the A b y s s . . . Dreaded gnomes And fairest maidens Fashion dying universes Out of fairy wings, Of their own making... H i d d e n . . . Truths lie buried, Forever, In this dismal space We call consciousness; Existence is a L i e .