The law of the past time
his current, digests it budded
the pictures of my thriving life
Visible sunlight
palpable vibration
the existence,flashing game
on the doorstep of the creation
Opens a gate on new one
my instinct wasted away
towards myself,that the
burning in boiling magma
let my soul be allowed to come into existence.
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