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<br>Eon Eagle - Herald of Quetzalcoatl<br><br>

The Flagship of AntiPoetry — est. 2010





Figurative Filaments

"Oh say can you see, my eyes, if you can — then my hair's too short!" ~ Hair

Figurative Filaments

 

In the theater of things sublime
Pilose players and pithy pipes combine.
Metonymy may mollify a meaningless mind
As apes at nature's apex are realigned.


Doubt but don't debate about design
Scroll past scrawling so inclined
Swear to secrecy your sacred find
Never overestimate anyone unkind

Where be the beacons that before shined?
We can't fast-forward, only rewind.
Wound up tight enough, try to unwind.
Within this verbose vortex every venal vertex is redefined
...

Footnote:
 

Bald figureheads grow febrile barring growling fibrous fandango
Set loose a top spins then dips midst tripped up tango
All eyes see photons reflected through their own prismatic angle
Skull-bound tongue has its way with one's brain once tangled

Come now ghost of Samson — let us grow our hair of strength!
What wondrous shimmering shall be shown in its length?
Weird yet wild antenna attuned to hardwired wisdom;
Unleashed by shaman's shout from inner shrine to outer serfdom.


Image: Poster for a London production of Hair: The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical.

The Tempest Persisteth

Author's Note: This piece is a follow-up to an earlier one entitled, 
The Whirlwind Cometh.



The Tempest Persisteth


It shows no signs of slowing down
This maelstrom has swallowed leviathans whole
Everyone's days are affected somehow
It's futile to burrow underground like a mole!

Typhon blares his foghorn from on high
Corporeal creatures fear their own eventual demise
Yet those who don't take any chances are wasting their lives
Get caught up in the squall at least once before you die!

Tempus Fugit, we expire before knowing it
Blasts from the blizzard only rattle us a bit
Don't take shit lying low nor do idly sit
Life may be a struggle, but that's no excuse to quit!

Hover over heady heights of that hurricane's funnel
Rock the boat gripping right and left gunnel
Force your way towards flashy rays beyond this tunnel
Come hither monsoon grow a river from trickling runnel!

Coda:

Shipwrecked islander try
Not becoming lamentably blind
Pry third eye
Wide open to luster
Lying beneath shallow waves
How they tint our perception with such subtle shades ...

Bask in sun until dry
Pineal rods and cones decalcified
Awry state rectified
Blow back against bluster
Showing resistance to being effaced
Heaven Ho; windstorm's course has now all been retraced.

The Inexorable Laws of Jinx (Introduction)

Author's Note: This here is the opening chapter of a new book by ItzQuauhtli. Stay tuned for additional installments!


 
Introduction to General Jinx-Ology


Here by leave of the most supernal ones ever to exist
Are laid forth for unfortunate mortals' benefit
These Inexorable Laws of Jinx ...

Who Now?

Jinx is a Chancer unlike any before or since non-time stopped
Hailing from the highest order of Archetypal Beings
Whose purpose in the Multiverse transcends
Even that of gods, demons, and demiurges.

You see, some basic parameters pertaining to holographic reality
Are set in tones too loud for human ears to hear
And beyond bright for biological blinkers to behold.
Thus is Jinx in charge of Fate and its ironic implications.

(Since of course the fortune of any single individual
Within the greater whole differs widely
From every other entity)

Indeed — such heavy responsibility
Forces clever Jinx to improvise
In order to remain entertained.

Hence do all tricksters without exception
Draw their lineage (directly or indirectly) to Major High Jinx.
Yet there are none so influential as
That utterly irreverent double-dealer!

Say What?

The superstitious whisper their beliefs about Major High Jinx
Without actually understanding its dynamic mechanics
Therefore their assumptions are naught but foolish gimmicks. 
Let us set the record straight:

Jinx is neither good luck nor bad luck.
It's rather neutral and weird
But may serve any incarnate being
If they can figure out how to surf waves made of pure improbability.

Jinx isn't altogether male or female
But either one as suits its momentary purpose.
Genderless Jinx runs throughout spacetime
Weaving both waves and particles when observed by someone sentient.

Jinx is neither here nor there
Atemporal quasi-space is its conduit.
Being nowhere in particular
Enables Jinx to be omnipresent in temporal affairs.

Its masks are myriad in appearance;
Multifarious in finite form.
Many host Jinx without knowing it;
A seeming curse a disguised blessing!

Come Again?

Jinx might also be referred as The Devil's Luck
Because it can be exploited by a Thaumaturge of whatever sex.
In other words, those skilled in Sympathetic Magic
(Often allied with forces considered dark in nature).
Be aware, such Mages and Court Jesters are closely connected
A true Fool is player as well as played.
However, the Grand Game is never named!

Synchronicity, uncanniness, and sheer irony
Are all side-effects of Jinx in action.
Their endless variety constitutes the selfsame Spice of Life.
Jinx stacks random odds in favor of, or against whomever lives
According to their own Consciousness + Karma
(Much more will be explained about this further along).
First though, oblations. Pay your respects before proceeding;

Hail High Jinx in all its permutations upon ephemeral material spheres!

Hallowed be Jinx among mere mortals who hope for positive change!

May Jinx forestall the untimely collapse of this and neighboring universes!

A B R A H A D A B R A

History Repeats

"That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons of history." ~ Aldous Huxley

History Repeats

 
We must alter our behavior
Lest they bend us through control
As we flirt with grim disaster
In their twisted game of minds

This whole world is mired in words
Too much faith is staked on lies
Come September and it'll be last year
History repeats itself History repeats!

The towers are coming down
During commercial-break distractions
Can we really justify such actions?
Can we even make peace anymore?

Never ready for indignity
Our social ignorance runs rampant
Nude and wild in broad daylight
Deja-Vu served up with trimmings

Voices crack due to tired insecurity
Exhausted by the laws
Of a mute and deaf GOD
Martyrs broken by his treachery

So light a lantern in the darkness
Prepare a pyre for the funeral
That all might be reborn
Bright as the skies' celestial eyes

Because History repeats itself

History repeats ...

Charlemagne by Guest Bard Kerin Gedge

Today's poetical history lesson comes to us courtesy of Kerin Gedge. Check out his project: The Vocabuverse.

Kerin Gedge, a projectionist coping with the lack of much to do when his Employer went digital years ago, decided to use his downtime to rewrite the English Dictionary as poetry (mainly because he'd always wanted to read it but frankly found it boring). Recently made redundant thanks to technology,  Kerin lives in New Zealand and is exploring career options in between writing The Vocabuverse as well as being a full time Dad!



Charlemagne


There was a king called Charlemagne
Charles the first also his name 

King of the Franks in seven sixty eight 
Later on a King in Italy
Remembered throughout history
By his designation: Charles the Great!

Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell
The books about those days do tell
He was the first in three whole centuries 

To bear the title “Emperor”, 
And Holy Roman Emperor, 
Crowned so by Pope Leo number three.
 

After fall of Roman Empire
He was the first king to acquire
Most of Western Europe in his grasp 

Which he ruled for thirteen years 
Until he left earth’s mortal sphere 
In eight one four when alas he breathed his last.

 "To have another language is to possess a second soul." ~ Charlemagne
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.D6bYsnGj.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.D6bYsnGj.dpuf

Paradigmatic

Paradigmatic


Rough around the edges

Round rhymes for square wedges

Hidden from view behind thick hedges


Produced as memory dredges

Double-crossed by disloyal pledges

Innocent of anything anyone alleges


Stays unfazed if hit with sledges

Hope it hangs from highest ledges

Like streamlined arrows given fledges


That's enough — close up your ledgers!


Over-Rhyme:

Imagination rarely stretches

What a poor price knowing fetches

Even learning barely etches

Credible and discernible sketches.

Ass Appeal

Ass Appeal

 

Lust and libido lock down logic
Perversions preeminently pedagogic

Dat ass runs crowd control
Doubly dynamic and droll

Booty bounce vexes both sexes
Making some more ambidextrous

Naughty Illuminati hottie
Exploits blind minds with tight body

Rear end rhapsody
Defying gravity through depravity

At either end of the spectrum
Society has its head up a rectum

Addendum:

Scarlet woman; whore of Babylon?
(Too much ado about butts)
Religious prudes ramble on
The rest say: "Hooray For Sluts!"


Image: Major Arcana "Lust" (a.k.a. Strength) from The Thoth Tarot.

The Whirlwind Cometh

The Whirlwind Cometh


Your bones are first to tell you
When a hurly-burly approaches
Then mind becomes restless
Making long nights sleepless

For as the wind intensifies
From silent draft to violent gust
You'll soon know what you must
Swept off your feet; to Oz or bust

After that, everything's transformed:
Awestruck witness at eye of storm
Amid drastic departure from old norm
But don't despair one's heart defies

Although no amount of preparation
Can preempt such devastation
Brought via fateful precipitation
Thou shalt act as winged ones do.

Coda:


Eagle fly by
Leaving crop circles behind
Yes fly by
Sprinkling moon dust
On this ignorant race
So that they won't go to waste ...

Cyclone hasten nigh
Loosen whatever bonds bind
Yea draw nigh
There's no superior rush
For surface dwellers debased
Fill us within, else we be erased!

The Heart Sutra (Special Edition w/ Podcast)

The Heart Sutra


When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing 
the profound Prajna Paramita,
he investigated and perceived the five Skandhas (heaps)
and saw that they were all non-existent,
thus securing his deliverance from all suffering and difficulty:

"Shariputra, form does not differ from emptiness;
emptiness does not differ from form.
Form itself is emptiness; emptiness itself is form.
So too are feeling, cognition, mental function
and consciousness in relation to emptiness.

Shariputra, all dharmas are
empty of characteristics.
They are not created, not annihilated,
not impure, not pure,
and they neither increase nor decrease.

Therefore, in emptiness there is no form,
feeling, cognition, mental function, or consciousness;
no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind;
no sights, sounds, smells, taste, touch, and ideas;
no field of the eyes, up to and including
no field of mind-consciousness,
and no ignorance or ending of ignorance,
up to and including no old age and death,
or ending of old age and death.

There are no Four Noble Truths, no wisdom and no gain.
Because nothing is gained, the Bodhisattva,
through reliance on Prajna Paramita,
has no hindrances in his heart.
Because there is no hindrance, he is not afraid,
is free from contrary and delusive ideas
and attains the Final Nirvana.

All Buddhas of the past, present and future
attain enlightenment through reliance on Prajna Paramita.
Therefore, know that Prajna Paramita
is a great spiritual mantra,
a great bright mantra, a supreme mantra,
an unequalled mantra!

It can remove all suffering; it is genuine and not false.
That is why the mantra of Prajna Paramita was first spoken."

Recite it thus:


GATE GATE PARAGATE PARASAMGATE - BODHI SVAHA

Bluegrass and Shoplifting by Guest Bard JD DeHart

JD DeHart is a teacher and writer.  His work has appeared in Eye On Life Magazine, The Commonline Journal, and Steel Toe Review, among others.


Bluegrass and Shoplifting 


During the summer, there was a face 

that would become familiar one day while other faces
screamed to be ignored. The hammer dulcimer
made its sound and the beard on stage sang
a song about a lost truck in the woods.
She listened for a bit before going  “shopping”.
She paused when the siren alarm went off,

yet was always allowed to pass with the CD in her purse
(a collection of late 90’s music - a soundtrack).
She ate some seaweed not because it was enjoyable,
but because it was eccentric; then sped
along narrow country roads like a NASCAR driver,
careening disastrously all the way home!


Of Dice And Dominoes

Of Dice And Dominoes


Come observe it here at the borders of oblivion
The inexhaustible march of man's temporal parade
Whether Alexander, Constantine or Khan
Every conqueror contributed commonalities
Causality, consistency, conflicts and their consequences

Most men are low denomination dominoes
Simple pushovers that fall into formation
Bowing beneath the oppressive weight of history
Unquestioning participants for social experiments
Where inherent rules work against the hardest workers

Yet although they be few, there are ones who roll like dice
Chancers clutching onto loose straws of probability
Fewer still are those that luck out and hit the jackpot
Of discovery and innovation - advancing civilization itself
Like Tesla, Einstein, even Carl Sagan

Argue against them (if you feel you must)
But only such visionaries see a shot clearly
Before taking it and thence leaping far ahead
Leaving most of us inside our proverbial sandbox
Fashioning fortified settlements from immemorial sediment

So which Will you be:
Remembered by virtue of distinction?
Forgotten among aimless masses?
Or frozen within indecision?
Tiles fall flat - but recognize: every toss revives a die!

Prometheus by Guest Bard JD DeHart

JD DeHart is a teacher and writer.  His work has appeared in Eye On Life Magazine, The Commonline Journal, and Steel Toe Review, among others.



Prometheus


Poor Prometheus, a figure to be pitied!
All he did was bring the spark to mankind;
rare gift wrought in the observation deck.
Knowing the ways of people, they probably
took the gift with barely any gratitude,
immediately making a kill and cooking.
Turning their backs on the abject figure
(without so much as a half-formed smile)
who even now reclines on a stone, waiting
for Zeus' Eagle to finish its course yet again ...


The Gospel Gone Vita

The Gospel Gone Vita


Ah La Vida
Vital Force
Very Quick &
Plus vite!

Dolce Vita
Vitality - Speeding
Vim, verve
Vivacity!

Vibrant Vanitas;
Verisimilitude lacking meaning?
Veracity seems sweeter when
Velocity is freed up!

Entelechy's Footnote:

Hallelujah oh unnamed Lord or Lady
May a divine whirlwind lift us aloft
Mortal trappings are more than meat
The eye and other sense organs delay
Behind our brains unable to bear sway
Of one's Weltanschauung verging on defeat
Write off whatever they say some creator coughed
Warriors thrive halfway, between bright and shady.

Blue Crystal Eagle by Special Guest Kleomichele Leeds

Editor's Note: Kleomichele Leeds is a Yogini and Poet, as well as an expert on Mayan Calendrics and Cosmology. She keeps a blog tracking the sacred Tzolk'in HERE and is also involved in producing a docu-drama entitled Shift of The Ages. The following piece was originally published on April 3rd 2014, which is a corresponding date on our Gregorian calendar for this Mayan holy day.




Blue Crystal Eagle


Blue Crystal returns
Reflecting newest Light –

Earth and Sky
Teachings to become
Laws of Time

Cosmic Sagas
Planetary Visions
Galactic in Scope

Universal Symbols –
Giving Infinite Hope!

In Yucatec Mayan, Men = 'Eagle'. In Quiche Mayan, Tz'ikin = 'bird'. Those are the names of this glyph, our hallowed Kin which represents a quintessential Wavespell!

Irrelephantitis (w/ Podcast)

Author's Note: This piece is an Antipoetic follow-up to Kathleen Radigan's original Irrelephant.



Irrelephantitis


 
May the court hear out this litigant
And find rolling rhymes quite resonant.
In case there is any contaminant
Cause and effect might be concomitant.
So if you feel vexed by an irritant
Judge who's thoughts are dominant:
Those of the people's President
Or yourself, a hapless celebrant?

Let's try to stay pertinent
Although nothing can rest permanent.
Stagnant water tastes acrid; aberrant
From poison well dug by the petulant.
Counteract with mots magniloquent
Lest somebody think us ignorant.
We the jury figure one defendant
Isn't sufficiently militant to prove significant!

¿Specimen frequently tangential and insolent
Totally dependant like diabetics on insulin
Discipline using strict regimen until excellent
¡Everything evident renders verdict relevant

Image: Tolkien's Oliphant (a.k.a. Mumakil) by StockmanArt.

Rhizomatous

Rhizomatous


The Eternal Moment is back!

New and improved as ever before

Relucent splendour blinds third eye
Dreams and experience interchangeable

Parallel existence multiplying all around us

Only the most perceptive people can see it
Undivided among merely apparent multiplicity

Magnificent Monad splintered in fractal infinity

Universal memory stretched beyond spacetime

Everything is obvious to those lit from within
Rational answers for wild creatures acting civil?

Such minds are secondary to silent Will at work
Any mystic sage, wise sophist or shaman knows

That rarefied truth puts an onus on observers

We are the coauthors of our assumed Reality

Heroes, rascals and zeroes: typecast tropes

Arbitrary labels define how society evolves

Don't fall for shadows playing on cave wall

Even believing your own story is suspect

Doubt logical assertions as illogical ones

Flip switches, push buttons, recalculate

Having plotted a course - cast off now

Drifting past present and future until

Reaching an ageless continent

Always living; constant instant!

Flights of Fancy by Guest Bard Roger Still

Editor's Note: Today's selection of Doggerel comes to us courtesy of Roger Still, who humbly describes himself as a new writer. Though his poems may leave you wanting more, he effortlessly lifted the AntiPoetic Gauntlet of Poésie Sans Poète (No I, ME, MY, or MINE - see Submissions page). Find out more about him HERE.



The Unicorn Hammer


"What is that?" the child asked

Eyeing the shiny object with speculation.

"That, is a Unicorn Hammer," the old man replied.

"What’s it for?" the child asked.

"Why, for bashing in the skulls of beautiful

Mythical creatures," the old man answered.

The child cried and cried while the old man

Simply chuckled to himself.



Captive to The Fool


Notice how the king is entranced

By the noises of the jester

Though they are crude, he is in love

With the netherworld of life

Watching as his jester takes him

To the dingiest depths of depravity

Then scales onto heights of impropriety



When the time for bequeathing comes

The jester will walk away with jewels.



Sanskrit



Facing a cave wall, some egg heads

Considered the etchings and characters

Left behind by ancient architects



They must have had something in common

Head, heart, lust, recipes?

But their faces are long buried

Beneath tides of earth and moss



Someday, they will be in a museum

Someday perhaps, they shall be truly rediscovered...


Frog Prince Syndrome

"The women in this town
 Won't give me so much as a peck.
 Those where I come from
 They even stretch out their neck!"
~ Roque Dalton

Frog Prince Syndrome

- I -
Far from Principality he wanders
Witnessing wreckage and wonders
Playing a peasant that ponders
Impoverished as one who squanders
Rejected by raucous responders

- II -
Woe unto this Prince
His disguise too effective
Mismatched with Prima Donnas
(they are rather selective)
Whoever would kiss and
Transform toad thus defective?

- III -
There is none yet worthy
To claim him highly prized
But when they find each other
Both of them shall be surprised!

- IV -
Many a fine fly remains 

To be snared by kingly tongue
Thus this prince swims alone
Through thick swamps on his own ...
 

Yes that's his lot
With hackneyed cliches and a hollow plot
Rambling until every rattling bone starts to rot
No backup on the way; his words all he's got
Holding on tight if only to take a long shot
You get the gist
¿(or perhaps maybe not)?

~≈~≈~≈~

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