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Inexistence

For that one moment �
of inexistence �
we are all crawling in the dirt
like preys of reality �
with the Earth breathing �
the dioxide �
bringing catharsis �
and the soul �
remembering its destination �
and its authority �
over reality... �
And everything turns into a play �
Experimental �
Self willed �
Carefree �
And as expressiveness of the universal energy �
everything dies �
everything becomes �
Time is shrunk in the crown of Transformation �
It seems like an eternal now �
like an essential oil core extract �
Ether. Essence. �
All is singularity �
All is inexistence