Philosophy
Astronomy
As blind as I feel I am to wave, motion, to, the senses
I ride
On sinus, long-lastingly curvy, never-straight, endless
I see
The smell, the feelings, love, hate, weakness, strength
Meaningless
I turn to a part of Gravitational singularity, space-time
I am in the center of a black hole.
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