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Location 167
The Djinn Falls in Love Hermes A djinn I am. My fetters may be broke but still they wrap round wrist and ankle: every djinn’s possessed. The comet they speak of and know not where it falls, the love that glows like a lantern down a road which means nothing to the fearful: Those passing see it as a mount, which keeps you clear of sword and spike but holds you up to arrows; I pass, my shade lashed to my foot, love eating my soul like an acid; The dunes change places in the night without my leave; The walls around me and their guards in watches cannot halt the full moon’s coming to my heart before it’s even risen and I’ve seen it and its silver floods my soul. Here it is with a mattock, shattering everything inside me.