To the beautiful nothing,
Let me expire,
Let me fly from the world,
Let me slip from the wire,
Let me flip from the walls,
And to blankness retire,
To the beautiful nothing I go.
To the beautiful nothing,
Let me escape,
Let me fly from the day,
Let the shapeless take shape,
Let that twist at the wrist,
Leave my soul's eye agape,
That the beautiful nothing will show.
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