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Journal Intime - Magritte
left wanting more than I can offer myself
this forced camaraderie
doesn't improve my vision
I block out the entire world
for the sake of an eyelash
stupefied I stand
carrying a bundle of regret
all of which
can be remedied
in the blink of an eye
when is too late?
what does still standing prove?
perhaps I'll topple
become the terrain as I crumble
smash to pieces, scatter
existence is in
the moment of collected thought
and the end of thinking
not whilst haunted
by the death of the question
coinciding
with the will to
take it again
from the top
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