ekkis
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poesi

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

For the fall I missed
For the fall I missed I weep. My heart filled with grief for when you, dear brother lay supine in your torment I did not visit To your needs I did not attend or your comforts see and when your hands fail to reach mine were equally worthless in their absence Your loneliness I did not abate and in the struggle to your feet my shoulder was nowhere to be found How very sad I am today my dear brother that I love when I understand what it would have meant for me to just be there Please forgive me 14-XII-98
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