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Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.