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The Purpose Of Poetry Is To Remind Us / How Difficult It Is To Remain Just One Person.

Poetry Is News Brought To The Mountains By A Unicorn And An Echo.

Consciousness Even In My Sleep Changes Primary Colors. The Features Of My Face Melt Like A Wax Doll In The Fire. And Who Can Consent To See In The Mirror The Mere Face Of Man?

A True Opium Of The People Is A Belief In Nothingness After Death.

And Now I Am Ready To Keep Running When The Sun Rises Beyond The Borderlands Of Death. I Already See Mountain Ridges In The Heavenly Forest Where, Beyond Every Essence, A New Essence Awaits.