By Hermes--up and down are made the same--
We only sell the things that can be bought--
Embrace rebirth, renewal without shame.
The double serpents must untwist to shed
Their skins--to shed their deaths to be reborn--
The serpents then rehelix and are wed--
The male and female each other adorn.
The staff bestows upon you somber sleep--
The staff bestows upon you waking life--
The lyre is lifting legs, so dig down deep
To breathe your coals to fire, to love and strife.
Then Hermes laughed, "Now dance the fractal border!
I make the land between chaos and order!"
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