the machine!
transport me
to the rolls of Joyce
No literature
on ligature
the pincers
I squeeze the universe with…
…into a fragile image
I, the volatile rose
choose the abyss
for peace
Depart!
despite,
there is no echo.
On your footsteps
Depart!
let the guide
you lose
sum the paths
together
as a brain
Then… Report!…
Back to life.
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