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Gork was a chieftain, His mother was Myrrh, Father was Chernor And sister was Fleur. His people were gentle, Their animals warm, Time was at standstill, The crop golden corn. The day long and calm, The night short but velvet, The dawn break was stunning, The sun half a disc yet. The light struck the stone true And shadowed the ground, A thought sudden formed now, A light path was found. A straight line, A ley line, A line leading where The stars have their meaning, And white gushers that flare, where black holes touch silver And years crash flat, Where Gork builds a temple, Then smiles like a cat. |