A birth date, August 10th, 1911, by Elis de Crowley, full moon tonight and six from twenty years since my full moon first broke from angel's fears. A year of infinite love, I'm wearing no circling seasons, but perennial spring. A year of triumph, triumpling to defeat, the false mage holding the last mage suit by this same moment. A year of wealth and wealth, joy, poverty, health, sickness, all one blow and a pure life that filled our firm and disciplined silence and our mind's spectrum. Wearing monochrome cosars, one moon, one resurrection, one with stone cold, one incarnation, one descendant of dark, all of the youth being light, and that one being light. I descend your spirit into tunes, my soul yearned in thousands, many used to stroll its happiness, I left no flower, but the night of grace pure garr. I end up trapped in it, commonly trapped, fable, torn, if not in an equal, each little long, but each aspiring ugly to express your excellence and my unworthiness. No, but my will of illness, since I was sent from spirit to all that same excellence. So thus we sold the earth's revolving riddle, I could write first, and you could play the fiddle, while as a pillow, the sun went through the signs, and to not to start but told in how love finds a week's for every day to make degree, minute and second, linked eternally in chains and flowers have never fading hard, each one was sent to them all as a star. Let me go back to your last birth step, then I was already a one man of men appointed to complete you, and fulfilled from everlasting return and will. We lay within the flood of films lighted my own balcony, the dog us nights, and country, near right at the averse created yet another universe. We worked together, dance and write and spell the rounds in heaven and the straining hell. We lived together, every hour and rest was running from your tiger lily breath. We own what linger in doubt or feel trained my life to fate. We parted. Was I afraid? I was afraid, afraid to live my life, afraid you've played the serpent, I'm a dog, afraid of walks, I'm a lot. I am glad of all your shame and gratitude I had since those six weeks have taught me not to doubt you and also that I cannot live without you. Now I came back to you, black trees and three of their heads, blind heads, deaf agonies and fear, tools and powerless, falsehood, broken pledges, the temple's choirs with senses so great that sickness and poverty, a thousand evils, concerted malice of a million devils, you never swerved, your eye pulled, got in white marbles, me, majestic, young fools saved, while every other brave bark drove from the watch, all founded in the dark. Then these third amid days of all the lights, got some of noon time and his noon midnight, while of a wall, through centre of our world, through source of light, our great lot fashion, bold game, rolling to life, and splendid to the sea of outcomes tied, still gassed ability. Then southern and fierce, now monetary money, smugged the madmissed youth of the great cycle, how far they know our soul is fury worth, how vainly soul tries to garnish good. We lived together, all its mouths meant nothing but freedom of account and utter, it was the farest and the river of the need and the fact that one and one do not make too many, we worked, we ruled, we swept, we workedings, we cried, we fought, only the roots and trees for twenty months could tell how love was brought, and we could count to kiss for every blade, why starvation, kill some distress, each moment was a minor happiness. Then the green tired of being country mice came up to Paris, lived our sacrifice there, giving poorly berries to the ruins, July's thanks, giving for the joys of June. And you had gone away, and how shall I make all this single ruptures of July? And you had gone away, what evil star makes you so competent and popular? How have I raised this happy haggle-tell's manness that you are watching somewhere else? I wish you all liked me a round forbid, bound, outcast, night society won't rid of the parabolas, then who would interfere with us? My darling, you would now be here, but no, we must fight on winter, so sweet, and the right praise that never comes to me, last dogs to kennel, chowple snakes, put a bit in the new mouse, that will suck me to it, until the world is so much to forgive in becomes a little possible to live in. For the god alone knows if battle lost or ended in the jukehead, I have a habit splendor, but since we chose the fast, God gave the right and stamp me if I failed you in the fight. God joined again the ways back by a part, and blessed will love the loyal heart to heart. God keep us every hour and every foe, and bring the vessel of our love to court. These are my goals gave which is, dawns and talent, and your next time is a lonely land. But what were magic if it could not give my thought enough vitality to live? Do not believe this might has been a while, call night I have come, say God upon the cross, call night I have offered incense of the shrine, all night you would be none other than mine, mind I think the memory of the first cry of the hour when my rough grass called young willing flower from your close guard, mine and every moment, in every tense, in every attitude, in every possibility, still mine while the sun's upon fancreddune, back to time to sign, stately proceeded, mine not only so in the gamma memory and all strong no father, but by image of my brown stonger than sense, you are even here as now mine, utterly mine, my sister and my wife, mother of my children, missers of my life, a wild swarm winging through the morning mist, the thousands, thousands, kisses that we kiss, the infinite divisor of divised by some chastise truth might be surprised, are these all parts, are these to come? believe me, there is no parting, they can never leave me, I will build you up into my heart and brain so fast that we can never part again, why should I say you least fantastic sounds when all the time I have you in my arms? now mine, my sister and my wife, mother of my love, that swells up, still piling up on some of those shoes on, but this is the only one, my soul shall make you sleep, sway your face, swing from the lecturing to rest, not struggle, your time in the name of rest. now mine, my sister and my wife, mother of my love, that swells up, still piling up on some of those shoes on, but this is the only one, my soul shall make you sleep, sway your face, swing from the lecturing to rest, sway your face, swing from the lecturing to rest, sway your face, swing from the lecturing to rest. now mine, my sister and my wife, mother of my love, that swells up, still piling up on some of those shoes on, but this is the only one, my soul shall make you sleep, sway your face, swing from the lecturing to rest, not struggle, your time in the name of rest. now mine, my sister and my wife, mother of my love, that swells up, still piling up on some of those shoes on, but this is the only one, my soul shall make you sleep, sway your face, swing from the lecturing to rest, sway your face, swing from the lecturing to rest, not struggle, your time in the name of rest. now mine, my sister and my wife, mother of my love, that swells up, still piling up on some of those shoes on, but this is the only one, my soul shall make you sleep, sway your face, swing from the lecturing to rest, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going to be a fool, I'm not going