is satisfied almost all Being
I was lost in that white light, where nothing
had more semblance
of possible practical utility.
So
stubborn as I could to make any gestures,
was finally the irrational despair
to take the pleas of salvation
silenced by your sentient spiritual matters .. .
And the body was so
instrument of a will unknown
to the point that virulent movements
began to pierce the veil of reason, drawing in
'absence
forms without the sentence of intellect ...
forms without the sentence of intellect ...
It was still empty
not the current reality,
not the current reality,
leaving any apparent feeling
wrecked in a milky and incorporeal you.
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