I fall I rise
Morning evening
Night day
And dying
And dying.
I open my eyes
See nothing
I hear everything
No sound there coming.
My temple my god
Still alive
My vision my emotion
Still alive.
And I invite
The rage of my wife
And my senses
Five.
I visualised
Sit in a conclave
Not shaped.
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