The Stepwise Palace - a FSVO sequence
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Murmurs the wind as lightly as a dove,
We enter a high chamber, well endowed
With all the soft accoutrements of love,
That looks out on an opalescent cloud.
It hides a tortured land beneath its shroud:
A barren hell, rotating retroflex.
VENUS GENETRIX, beautiful and proud,
See science thy mythology perplex
And make thine Evening Star a slander on thy sex.