Knighting The Moon

Knighting The Moon

O come ennoble me
Knight my nightly knightia
The blue-bird is singing along by the desolate shore of the moaning
milking Cynthia
O she’s knighting my little squire
Waking him up from his sweet sleep of love-ambrosia
O my sweet Savannah
O my sweet Sahara
Mississippi
Missouri
Marigold magnolia
Grand Grand Canyon grandiose
The Lady Liberty holding the torch of peace, equality, and prosperity
Land of freedom
Land of opportunity
Free press
Free speech
Love thy neighbors
Respect others faiths, cultures, and beliefs
Mount Rushmore with the faces of the more well-known prestigious
Presidents curved in respect and love, and a divine aura awe-inspiring
set amidst them
Crazy Horse Mountain
Trail of tears
Churches, temples, mosques, synagogues, pagodas standing side by side
in blissful peace, happiness, harmony
Death Valley
Prairie Lands
Wyoming
South Dakota
Devil’s Tower
Empire State Building
The Rockies
The robins
Blue pink purple Jersey violets singing under the bough of the red oak
tree
The brook-trouts are swimming in the rills, rivers, streams of the
Passaic, Essex, Morris
The healthy horses are expressing happiness chewing the delicious dry
yellow golden hay sticks
O the honey bees are collecting sweet honey from the flutes of
fragrant flowers flowering in the fields of friendly Jersey
The goldfinch with gold beak is feeding on the seeds off the bird-feed
Land of blueberries
Jersey Shore
Atlantic City
O she’s knighting me
A silver stream is flowing by
A leafy palm is caught up in the spur of moonlit breezy breeze
A spell spellbound
A magic magical
A seed that shall sprout
A little girl who will grow up to bear the fruit of love, life, and tear
Ruby roses
Pinkish poinsettia
Point thy peacock right into her peace-pill
O
Fear not
She’s knighting my squire
I must let her ride me easy and square
I must tell the sun to share his share of the starry fair
Let the nightingales sing songs of romantic lair
Let my love bulbul beckon the spirits of love that never bloomed or
flowered
Nor cared to bear the pain of the purple-fold, or the pleasure deadly
manifold of the poppy pure bold and beautiful
And the pond of lily and lotus to sing and dance in the pure rhythm of
love-loaded-funeral pyre
O she’s knighting my squire
I’m the lover lovelost faithful
I’m the prophet unfaithful
I’m the poet with no poem, play, part to write, compose, or perform
A sadness sunken
A smile forlorn
A dew that drop to disappear
A dream that dream not
A fear that do not fear
The slow flickers of the candle in a room full of silent sighing
memory entombed
The tombstones lying rusted in the wombs
The catacombs of care, concern cornering at the corners of the creepy-
crawly even and morn
The dawn breaks
The dusk drop the veil of darkness endured upon the restless restful
soul
The pain of a painful polestar
A pitcher full of peaceful prayer
The happiness of a farmer, harvesting the crop of dream and desire
I’m your silky fear
Tulip-torn-tear
Milky Way’s Mystery
Secret of the Seer
Vista in vista
Prayer in prayer
I’m your satin sari
Sharp sword of the conquering sultan
You’re my sultanate soft serene surreal
Petals of roses guarding the princess of pure primordial pleasure
Stairs to heaven
Orgasm to mating human-pair
A pair of pigeons cooing in the cove
A dove satin and silky got caught in the embrace of amorous desire
Circlets of oval rain making romance with the wetness of the moonlit
thighs feet lips nipples
A long neck osprey with his purple feet at the edge of the least depth
of the lake that is coming out suddenly subtly out of the vision of mist
O the osprey of love positioned himself with his neck stretched as
still as the Sphinx who have stationed herself more still in the
pyramid-pillared-sand of maya-mingling cryptic enigmatic Egypt
Laying wait for the fish to resurface above the silver lake’s serene
surface
As the shoals of seasonal seagulls soar high and higher above the
space of sequestered shapeless shape
The girl with the ponytail climbed up the old oak to stare at the full
phase of the ghostly changeling moon
The lunar tide below her childish dangling feet give rise to the waves
that touch the peaks of the mountains of the shadow, and the hillocks
of the hills
The young girl keeps looking at the moon with her eyes awe-struck,
deaf and mute
O this very same witchy moon that will cause her to bleed one day to
bear the fruits of her friends and foes
Yes this very moon
For who the lovers roamed
Poets tuned
Civilization after civilization fell and rose
O do not dare to approach near to the shade and shadow of this full-
bloom ominous foreboding moon
Keep the spirits of evil away
Keep the looks of the lookers out of look
A thin thread of fire is burning in the woods
Where the moss grew and grown, and the fern fold to unfold the
feathery feather of the flora with the unseen secrets bare bold
beautiful
O fear not
She’s knighting my knight with the holy water of Nile ruefully
beautifully mournful
Where Cleopatra bathed once
And Moses floated by disrobing the foreign-pharaoh- moon
The wind ageless and ancient blow through the reeds of the undulating
Nile
Never ever wish for the things that are meant to be only things or in
disguise
Nothing last forever
Nothing linger to love or hate forever
Do not take pride in wealth and power
For you cannot hold on to them ever and ever after
Death is always there
Watching your every step and stare
Your every move that you make to meet him or her
And then before long
Your number is called
You must now depart and live in the cell that the dead have formed
Duty bound
Silent song
Blind and sightless
Ignorant and ignored
Death knows no differences between rich and poor
He treats all same and equal
Power pride wealth
Material gain, gold matter not anymore
Empty you went
Empty you came
There’s nobody to accompany you to your dead boat
O my flesh sinful
O my soul boastful
Unfulfilled I came and went
Unfulfilled I rot to remain inside this unearthly earthen bowl
Many a prophets came and went making religions, making molds
Some flourished
Some failed to withstand the wrath of the cold
The caves beneath the thousand feet of sand glitter in the iridescence
of emerald sapphire and gold
O she’s knighting my knight
My knight is cold and kind
Weary-worn
War-torn
Faithfully feared
Unfaithfully revered
The ray of sunlight filter through the air
The sire sit and share the wholesomeness of his lover with the group
of his sex-hungry crusaders
Feisty feasts in flesh and fire
The winery run dry with delightful despair
O she’s knighting my sire
A surefooted squire square
One-eyed with no bone to bear or bare
A lonely bird caged in the lair
Dying to get free from this prison of famished prayer
O knight me
O knight me
O my honey-well sweetened knightia
Lover to lover sip and sup the elixir of love receivers
O I’ve become canonized and sanctified dipping in thy liquid-love-harbor
Today is today
Tomorrow is a brand new day
Rest a while
Let the remains remain silent and quiet deep in the dark depthless
dungeon of dream devoid, light sans darkness
Where Satan sleeps and the souls with no souls serve their endless
sentence
Being the followers of Lucifer along with his lineage of infinite evil
ape
O she’s knighting my knight
I must rise before I write
Or must I write before I rise
Eyes behind eyes
Iris in eyes
I and you
You and I
Let there be light
Leap up to the sky
See and sigh
Sigh and sigh
The last train has departed from the platform of life
I stay alone for the next train to arrive
Nobody came to say goodbye
Nobody shed a tear or time
The parents died long ago
Friends became foes
Foes became folks
Journey to life lasts for a while
While the journey to death never run out of line
O where I go
Where I lie after I die, after I cease to cry
The children with crayon draw a picture in outline
Whose border outlined the broader outline
It makes no meaning
It makes no senses in sound or sight
Yet how much do we know about death and life
The buoy float away by the pull of the lunar tide upon the bayou of
blue watery isle
O my death
O my life
O my darkest fear night after night while the nightingale lonely and
lovelorn neighing in the silent echoing night
As the whir of the murmuring whispering wind willfully will the
spirits of the dead to rise and walk free and fine on the deserted
uncharted wooded spirits-haunted-ways of darkness-drenched time
The crickets stopped calling
The fireflies stopped flickering the flickers of their organic lights,
seeing thus the spirits of the dead and deceased rising one by one
from the broken stones of the broken cemetery of forsaken forgotten
forgetful fearful fright
A flight of fancy affixed itself by the furnace of my feminine frescoes
fine
A field of tulips trembling merrily by the bank of Rhine
The painted picture picturesque is being painted in the pigments of
poppy that pine
O knight me
Knight me
Knight me tonight
I’ve my eyes outstretched toward the eyes of the sky
The range of the mountain
The tint of the twilight
The glorious glory of the marigold unto the footsteps of paradise
The broken-winged quailing butterfly wincing flinching her wings one
more time before she stoop by the fallen leaf of mahogany and pine to
die in the dissolving blinding sunlight
O I’m the iris behind your eyes
I’m the deep dark desire of your mutated mutant mind
O I’m your women
Your wine
Your war
Your whine
The paddy fields green ripe with golden ears of genetic rice
glittering in the monsoon-swept-sunshine
The light of Minerva
The shy smile of a Hindu-child-bride
The vermilion glistening on the parting of her long thick silky hairline
Lips like lily
Eyes pensive bright
Bangles on her wrists, anklets on her feet rime as she alights to
delight the zephyr of the Phoenix pride
O knight me tonight
I’m the one for who you see sigh
The fleeting glance of thy oblivious eyes
The wetness between your thighs
Love-dew-drops dripping in silent sigh
O I’m the lipstick ruby on your lips
Henna on your hands and feet
The laurel of roses and jasmine
O thy aura intoxicating making me drowsy
I stop writing my rime in between our passionate youthful love-making
O how you suck me to empty my ballpoint ink plenty
O how am I now supposed to be writing since you’ve sucked me dry and
empty
O knight me, knight me
Hurry
They’re about to start the rehearsal of my funeral film
Two horses in front
Three more tied to the back of my hearse
The coffin is made of marble and mud
Inside I lay like a clown in a circus
I could also hear as the horses curse as some small stray stones got
embedded in their slow galloping-hooved-cups
And yes who will take notice of a little horse blood that is trailing
along the funeral fun
Come come hurry up before they bury me down the earthen jar
Not far from the graveyard where lay the burnt bodies of World War2,
and World War1
As if off the wombs of poppy I’ve drunk the opiate of life, love
My vision comes in front of me and start acting the parts of my past,
present, and future
I see the birth of stars
I see the death of darkness dark
Experience the experiences that shouldn’t be experienced being limited
being mortal
I do not move
I do not make fuss
I do not dare to answer the questions of the answers
I stood where I stood
I saw my soul coming out of my soul
The religion of god and angels
The scriptures of the evil souls
I read both a page or two and then I threw them in the burning coal
I watched as the smoke rose, making fine figures in the spiraling
encircling cellar-less ceilings surrounding the coughing cryogenic
holy ghosts
O I do not know how long the trance thus lasted or unfold
I had no sense
I had no sound
My soul became the soul of a stone
Utter silence
Complete quietude
Quintessential existence below the blanket of the blank blanketing moon
Saw as the light dissolved
Saw as the wind unwound
How sound became soundless
How wombs became tombs
How civilizations rose and fell
How societies turn women into whores
How the war create rape, murder, genocide
How the rich waste
How the poor cry
How faiths deface the faces of the innocent, the happiness of the smile
How a mother cry
How a wife waits day and night
How a soldier dies
How a vulture gorges on the meat of the dying passer-by
How the worshippers gather together to clean their sin with the
scriptures of the higher power
How a river change her course
How the sun sunk and the moon rose
The pain of rose
Seashoreless shore
The blue bird flew away with my soul
In a bowl of gold the beauty hold the honey of her love flowing
through her fold
O come come come
Come knight my soul
I’m a poet lonely wandering on a shore
Where no sun ever shone
Where no moon ever rose
Dream froze
Waves after waves rested to roll upon the rough rugged feet of the
silver sand spread shore
O do come to knight my soul
King is away
Queen is cold
Who will now preside in the empty silent court
The princess has wet-dreams all night long
Down upon the stairs of temples the crowd of magnificent mesmerizing
marigold stare with unblinking eyes, pulverizing the still eyes of the
gods and goddesses of stone
O who will now come to calm my sinful sorrowful soul since I’ve
offended the throne of the Throne
Eve and Adam
Serpent
Eden
God
The story goes on and on
Faith is there to fasten your bolts
Without faiths the ignorance will revolt
Desperation of the desperates will bring down the volt
O do not tell
Do not want to be talked or told
The top of the top fell
The bottom of the bottom rose
A lake in a lily
Or a lily in a lake
A ray of a dying star gently make it to the lake
Where the lily lonely longing subtly spread her wet watery legs to
make love with the celestial ray
Star in star start the spark of prem as the little lonely lily tilt
her lips to fulfill her love crave
A tune so sad
A tune so sadness in sad as the sitar plays in a distant land
In the harem where houris dance
In the seas where sirens glance at the doom of the coming shipwreck
Seven seasons
Seven sea-men
Venus let in only one lucky lamb
Fusion
Fission
Exchange of hands
Birth
Born
Death
Drawn
Within
Out-in
In in
In out inch pinch
Flesh in flesh scream, fist feast festival feat
Sing sing
Sin sin
Sun moon
Moon sun
Tear torn
Bear born
O knight me
Knight me
Knight me
I’m unknown
Knowing is unknowing
Unknowing is known
Seen unseen
Unseen seen shown
One of my toes is devilishly bigger than the other four
Left foot is left to suffer more
Chipped teeth
Gum-line is receding, reaching to infectious peak
Eyes bifocal
Cannot figure out how much is four plus four
Fugue
Puke
Pork
Potato
Tomato
Onion
Oat
Pot of pot
Legalization of pot in Colorado and Washington
Birth-right
Women’s rights
Abortion
Roe v Wade
Civil Rights
Loop holes of the Constitution
Formation
Fornication of the clans, gangs, governors
One Son
Twelve Disciples
In search of the holy hall
Crucifixion
Resurrection
Ascension
Dissension
Descension
Mohamet
Buddha
Ujjolalization
Do not ever read me, leaf me, critique me, curse me, comment me, keep
me, kick me, kiss me
For I’m not I am not me
I’m pure evil
I’m devil reincarnation
Complete perfidyfication
Putrefying pulp fiction
An incomplete damnation
O she has come to knight me
But I’m yet to brush my hair, brush my teeth
Take a piss
Take a shit
Then shake my hands with her Royal Holiness Highness the Queen
Classification of the
fuckingfreakingfilthgoddamnedcolorclasscodedculture makes me sick and
eat shit
Take down all these fake frills
Make a new beginning
Incarcerate all the priests, politicians, perverts, freaks
Hang all rapists, murderers, warmongers, the worshippers of machines
and myth
The silver sun is shining above the sycamore’s sylvan leaves
Filtering the light of space through the stomata and chlorophyll of
lively green spirits
Deep in the grave where my father sleeps the rain of monsoon seep
through his dead decayed bones and the spaces between his teeth
And O how I dread to follow him
For death must come one day to carry me and align me beside his
festooning flesh and skeletal fish
The Gypsy girl with her thin ten fingers get ready to foretell her own
future
Shakingly she places them all on the cold smooth surface of the
crystal ball
O gypsy girl
O gypsy girl
I’m afraid of thy look
I shake within my shape to see you standing so pale and forlorn
And then in a sudden fix you chant some enchanting tricks
Your lips move
But I cannot hear you or see
A spiraling smoke of spiritus evil surround you as if in a grievous
dream
The last thing I knew I was running out of your gypsy-crip
I kept running
I kept running
Till I came across a rill with some flaming lily dancing on its rim
O knight me
O knight me
I fell to my knees
The sword of eternity passed over my twisted twitching convulsing body
Was I knighted
Was I noticed
I never remained there to find out the ending
Such a God-forsaken feeling
I did never feel while I was still sowing the seeds of faith, fate,
belief
If is is is
Then what is what
And which is which
Strange array of words my mind arrange, rearrange, turn, twist
Line line up to line to make phrases, sentences continuously
Oxymoron of vocabulary
Fully empty
Insane sanity
Still moving
Half-awake half-asleep
Sound soundless
Boundless boundary
Fully empty
Empty fully
Painful pleasure
Incompletely incomplete
Ugly beauty
Sunless sin
Yes not
Knot naughty
Teach taught
Seek sought
Fight fought
Dip dot
Keep
Caught
Dig dog
Lick lock
Meek mock
Tick talk
English is very confusing
Same word different meaning
Such as liver, pillar so many
Complexity of the civic cities
Duty
Beauty
Brevity
Bestiality amongst the beasts under human training
The tears of the Niagara Falls fall to fulfill the sadness of Sahara in
the form of sandy sieve
The pirates send rockets, grenades to hijack the freight ships
The Talibans in the Swat Valley pass a new edict forbidding the girls
for any schooling
Only one small brave girl, Malala Yousafzai, protest against the
injustice
She says it is her right to sing, talk, play, to go to school, to go
to the markets, and to be nearer to the hills, valleys, mountains,
fields of the beautiful Swat Valley
She looks at the wondrous beauteous cornflowers spread across the
fields worn in the pink purple blue hue that sanctify mortal view
And O one day the psychotic Talibans shot my princess
She’s fatally wounded
My daughter of Mingora survived the brutal attack on her in the school
van
She’s now recuperating in the University Hospitals in Birmingham in UK
O dear God I pray that she becomes well very soon and start carrying
her torch of knowledge and justice for all the poor underprivileged
girls of our cities, towns, villages, and valleys
Malala, Malala, Malala you’re the bravest knight of all knights that’s
there to be
We all pray for you in church, temple, mosque, pagoda, gurdwara,
synagogue, shrines of peaceful security
O knight me, knight me, knight me
Below the sky starry
Above the water watery
Like the shooting-stars shooting wishes
Like the geysers geysering out of the crusts of erupting earthen ferry
O I do not know
Nor do I care to know the mystery of the mystery mutating in the womb
The secret of the siren and soul
The sailor of the foreboding ship is sailing below the sky full of
gaseous fuel
The rolling of the stone upon the petrified street of Babylon and Beirut
The Bedouin-woman’s veil is flying away far in the desert air of
ancient dome
The traders of sheep and camels rest upon the dry desert dunes to
water their cattle, and to pray below the desert moon
And after that they must continue their journey home
The warm home, the welcoming home where their kind gentle wives await
their come-home, and their little children wait patiently for them to
arrive soon
So they can play once more with their fathers playful upon the meadow
green and the desert with sandy silver dunes
O come, come knight me
I’ve come to rest my restless soul inside the peaceful harbor of thy
love beautiful
The night of the nightingale have spread her wings to sing the sad
songs of the lovers who the sun shunned and the moon misused
O too soon the monsoon have come to wet her wetness wool
And o how she craves to get burnt and get baptized by the love-liquid
of my prophet’s tool
Lo
Behold
The reptile ravishes her beauty pure
Putting the love-pole deep inside her love-pool
Knight me
Knight me
I’m pitiful
O I must paint you, picture you deep and profound
Like the sound soundless echoing in the womb
Like the silence of the siren before she enters her watery tomb
Triple wavelet the leaflet troop upon the furrowed wave of the Pacific
Shore
Knight me
Knight me
I’m known
I’m unknown
I’m the knowingness of thy nubile nook
Yes I’m the one who shook your forest
Who forsook your flute
And then found myself face to face with the death that rebuff and rebuke
I’m your forbidden boat rolling upon the water of Ganges all through
evening noon afternoon as the twilight-lit-tilted-sky shed her last
ray of romantic rue upon the domes, turrets, peaks, plains of the
paradoxical plume
O I’m your deep dark desire dating the moon
The range of pine and palm outline the night’s town
Tear of tulips
Vision’s view
Sad sadness
Happiness full
Sandy shore
Desert dune
Petals pink purple
Golden gold
Salmons are swimming against the fluid flow
The funicle of fun found her love lute
The sitar plays a tune so sad so soon as the season of harvest slip
away in a swoon
The life in the cocoon cocooning in the cone
Where the cone is perched up between the wedges of the willow
Knight me, knight me o ye all old and new
Come to me floating on the wings of hue
Climbing the sky
Spinning the moon
Turning out the candle at the extension of the fume
Come, come, come
Connect my soul
Con my prison fold
My mind is mystery mingling
My flesh is sinful
O to who am I to hold the hoarding of my holding in such harsh weather
freezing frozen cold
To who I’m to behold the scriptures that got written in tear fear untold
Numerology numb my numbers
Scientology earth to unearth secret of all equations inequalities
manifold
Mathematics make me marvel
Philosophy forces me to unfold my own fused fold
Beauty kindle me
Duty confuse
Girls with youthful fountains weaken the steadfastness of fully
bloomed marigold
O knight me, knight me, knight me
I need to room and roam upon the paths that are lain strewn with the
fallen petals of the roses bold, beautiful and mournful
O you’re my Susan B Anthony
You’re my Elizabeth Cady Stanton
Women’s Rights Movements
Equality for all women
The Seneca Falls Convention of 1848 in New York
The Revolution
Women’s suffrage of the 1920 enacting the 19th Amendment
Emancipation of Proclamation, 1865, by the 13th Amendment
Live to live
Do not leave me agog with the wishful thinking of the damned demi-gods
Temples tremble
Mosque moss
Church bells ring rang the blue bells of the merrymaking mournful mob
O my love pagoda is leaning to the side of the yellow bog
Where a sheath of stealthy fog have come surreptitiously to settle upon
the shawls of foggy forestry frock
And there by the canopy of yellow golden corn a group of magpie-robins
is looking for their meals before the dusk comes and they must fly
away to their respective hubs and homes, nests and mating grounds
Nearer the hearts beat
More nearer the death stops
Aligning the angels of heaven with the angels that been banished and
deposed by the ruler of the Throne, who is making love with a maiden
in the petticoat
The cottage hidden in the forest the fireflies who safeguard the flora
fauna with the kindness of green grass and golden corn
O she has come to me to anoint my orb
The orbiting orb
The rotating top
Orbit round the curvature
Rotate round the aperture
Till the space spread her blanket to make space for the crowding
clouds culture
And the seeds of the Mankind sprout not to bring new seeds
Death progresses in slow beat
Like the wheel of the cow-wagon that the simple villager drive to the
faraway village fair to sell his fruits, sweets, and vegetables, and
some homegrown liquor that he made out of the juice of the palm and
coconut trees
He has a young pretty wife and an angelic daughter named Mary
Mary is only three
She’s the most pretty thing that he has ever seen
And he loves her more than he loves anything
After he will have finished selling his meager humble things he will
have to buy some things for his pretty wife and some toys for adorable
Mary
He contemplates also buying two new wheels for the old wagon that he
drives to earn his humble living
A cow-bell for the cows and some blankets and coal to keep them warm
He buys too a pink frock for Mary, and a purple sari for the mother of
beautiful Mary
He prays and thanks God everyday for giving him such a blissful
wonderful family
The simple farmer made up his mind to tell his wife that he would
never go out of her sight if it even meant the cold cruel land-owner
taking away his modest field that he leased from him last May to
cultivate some corn, maize, and rice
O come, come, come
Knight me today
I’ve to sail away, far far away to the dwellers of the dreamy dell
Where daffodils and daisy dance
The spring breeze blow through the leaves of oak fir pine
The canopy of green filter the sunlight
The love-lady comb her hair with the comb of ivory that her lover sent
her from Africa
She’s wearing a thin pretty ankle-length dress that touches earth
She reads a book of prayer
Resting her back and shoulders against the trunk of a mighty red wood
dear
O knighting the knight of the night Templar the lady-bug bore the
sorcery of the sun
Menstruating moon full in the month must bleed away the pain of the nun
None to number number
None to run learn blackburn
Turn and twist
Twist and turn
Trembling tree tall
Tulip-tender-top tremble in the passion of the misty morning long
Tick tock talk telltale the tale tossed and talked by the townspeople
folks
The shoal of cissco are swimming below the cold freezing surface of
the Great Lakes of the North
The polestar is playing possum with the thick layers of the gaseous form
Universe contract and expand
Space to space space out the sparks of stars
Today I sex and sleep
Tomorrow I die to pay my due
The due that I never knew
Few came out of death’s hue to get disgruntled and destitute
Unrest in Middle-East
Israel
Gaza embroiled in feud
War never stop
Mankind is made out of very strange mold
They fight for color class code
Faith determine their fate
Envy
Jealousy
Care concern crave
They break mountains to make rail
They cut forests to gorge valley and lake
Follow the beliefs that teach to differentiate and hate
Messages are written in cryptic language
The rich continue to work to make poor more poor
The poor continue to work to make the rich more rich more richer
Classification of the class-color-culture
Like an ulcer the society nurture the norms of abnormality that creep
crawl and seep through the skin of putrefying odor
Knight to knight me
Knight to remember the nocturnal night below the bough of ancient
banyan-built-bower
High hill
High tower
Power empower
Shower shower deep dry desert
Yet the desert remaineth so dry forever
Knighting of the moon
I’m nowhere to be found
In a tomb of timeless town now I lay and wait till my mother conceive
me again and again!
Knighting of the moon
Listen to the prelude of my dying cell
Incomplete—

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