ekkis
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poesi

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

I will have lived
this mouth won't sing these feet won't walk this heart can't love the tears won't roll but these hands work whilst belly aches the eyes watching what the mind builds toil through the night dreaming nothing plodding forward this is my life when I've finished all will be wasted and I won't care I will have lived [21 VII 2015]
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