In the summits of despair
also silence,
the drunkenness of silence.
In the summits of lucidity
also the joy
of being nothing.
In the summits of loneliness
also laughter,
the mask of laughter.
In the summits of the void
the rotundity of a body,
desire.
In the summits of desire
also the rotundity
of its void.
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