Underneath the Universe she palpates as if with sanguine ardor, as if she drinks the magic of the gods. She hisses and expands: loud she bursts, and piercing she is. She ripples with molting heat, and coiled verminous translucent light: flowing eyes, fair and fertile. She belongs to a jealous owner, who resents no intrusion, lest it should come with evil intent! And deeming themselves secure from his observations, bear in mind He is her creator, as well as theirs! The Universe is elastic, a living thing, always moving her substance always in motion: filled with orbiting globes, nebulas glow, - drooped like branches, and looped like horseshoes. She wears a threadbare tunic of matter, antimatter, atoms. She devours suns, broken easily under her teeth, swollen, suffocated to a strange fever, tossed into a black hole, wider than earth's solar system, then passes them quickly in her belly-

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