Only those who suffer
Can conquer themselves
Like the white evening
When it illuminates
Each fleshing of dust
Mirrors’ (partial/
Partial) existence
The delicacies of concept’
Collective ambrosia
A moments’ silence
Threatening allowance
The soliloquy hath sung
At last eternal quiet
Resounds
Liberation but brief
A short span
And strange suns aligned
Swaying now proof
Not in the moment
Eavesdropping
The enclosure
To retrace the belief
That must not exist
The other side the mirrors’
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