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Like a flower, little light, you open and we make believe. we die. We die all around.
you like a snake in a well and we come up out of the warm well and are born again out of
dry mammas, nourishing mammas, always holding you as i love you and am revived inside you,
but die in you and am never born again in the same place; never stop.

Joseph Ceravolo, from 'Ho Ho Ho Caribou'