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Poem
Prooemium
Enigma
Inanis Poculum I
Inanis Poculum II
Inanis Poculum III
Inanis Poculum IV
Inanis Poculum V
Inanis Poculum VI
Inanis Poculum VII
Sui Generis I
Sui Generis II
Tabula Rasa I
Tabula Rasa II
Tabula Rasa III
Cupiditas Libido I
Cupiditas Libido II
Cupiditas Libido III
Cupiditas Libido IV

 Much became of nothing and a mecca it might be, that calls upon or whispers low of nothing, if you lack the eyes to see.  So onwards I be-trodden in my quest to gain ripe fruit. I nagged a shaken vine near death to know of rotten issue.  And it was revealed the essence of what is ripe and what is rotten is but not just in the vine, but in the way we care for it. Be it so, I then resolve to judge not only the quality of the fruit but to abstain from false pardon or conviction without first considering the vine and the essence of its keeper.

Cupiditas Libido