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from the Earth
past the moving & fixed stars,
& into the Empyrean where
God & his nine levels of angels reside -
the call to Copernicus,
the scale of perfection.
W H E R E, silly sweet soul,
will you find satisfaction in standing still?
anywhere!
anywhere!, but out from this world!
TIMOR MORTIS
NE ME CONTURBAT.
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