I am ready,
Ready to tear away,
Everything.
Everything that I know,
Is nothing, nothing more than everything.
That I Hold, in my head.
The fears, the pain, the loss, the gain,
Everything, everything is me,
Just me.
For nothing is infinite
or out of death’s
Reach.
Except for my everything,
My experience of this place
Given to me by nothing,
This life, this nothing, this me is something,
For I will conquer Death,
For death is me,
For I am everything
and I am nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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