converting into a nothing,
led by the ecstasy of vanishing,
by the agiation of need,
you go on,
and get lessing
from your adorned-papery god,
that you created it.
taken by the trend of
your source,
materializing,
you go on,
stagling,
converting inot a nothing.
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