ekkis
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poesi

poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Head buried
in northern country the fairest maiden I've met I cannot believe her -- either angel or elf, I bet. her arms around me, no other place in the world can contain me my head buried in her chest and I have come home and when she looks on me life was never brighter a kiss from her tender lips I sink. ecstasy, oblivion, despair she lies next to me she's my only rest and the rest of me she's everything to me now I live for her her breath, the oxygen in my lungs her gentle, whispering voice my only music and I can never sleep again without her by my side how has it come to be, that I cannot live without her [5-VII-98]
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