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I left the convention earlier this year first time

only the mind can stop gravity the rotation of the planet and the seasons when an event infects its knife in your flesh and you look from you to yourself you see nothing mirrors are broken the world is opaque or maybe it only now comes to mind in chaos you returned waiting for nothing to age to die to become something else the first sign of life another life You have no idea the landmarks hid their grief the manipulation of matter has ceased the clock stopped you are in the middle of the balance no gesture infulges with the expression of a breath no matter how small the meaning you are the point that can start downwards sideways you are something that is no longer but what matters in the morning you take it from the end and thus you notice that even the point is a planet with the girls exposed to a star today I am the electron that runs on a weak path I do not know if I will fly into nothingness or I'll stay in orbit glad of the attraction of my old star the unknown nucleus

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