this teetering croquembouche of impudence
ponderous
"I am the dream you are dreaming.
When you want to awaken, I am that wanting:
I grow strong in the beauty you behold
And with the silence of stars I enfold
your cities made by time."
Rainer Maria Rilke,
The Book of a Monastic Life
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