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the ghost of chang heng tzu speaks.

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The dead man aswered me thus;

"In death i rest.i am at peace.

in life i worked and streams of winter

better than the melting of spring.

All the pride my body knew,

Was it not lighter than dust I am?...

I am made from the primal spirit.

I am a wave in the river of darkness and light.

The creator of all is my father and my mother.

Heaven is my bed and the earthmy cushion.

thunder and lightning are my drum and fan.

the sun and moon are my canndle and torch.

the milky way is my protective moat,the stars my gems.

i am now joined with nature.

i am void of passion,all of desire.

if you wash me i shall be no whiter.

if you foul me i shall still be clean.

i do not come, but m here.

i do not hasten, but i am swift." the voice ceased and silence followed.

But see, amid the human round

A drwaling shape intrude

A blood-red thing that writhes from out

The scenic solitude!

It writhes!-It writhes!- with mortal pangs

And man becomes its food,

The Angels sob at vermin fangs

In human gore imbrude.

(THE GREAT EDGAR ALLEN POE)