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Saturnine fury adumbrated The aestival castellations of Iberia... At five milliard parallax seconds Gravitational lensing affords marcid glimpses Fathoming the profundity of receding aeons; It is an eerie feeling to countenance The occamy of sentiment I have been absconding Beneath the glazing of my eyes Contiguity of thought engendered A catoptic experience akin to what now I see The morbid somnolence of romantic titillation Disengagement from temporal geometry shall soon flow... Will I then remember why Saturnine fury adumbrated The aestival constellations of Iberia...?