The realization of the ineffable

We are some sort of subject: irrelevant

  we are some sort of electro-chemical

                      matter: unnecessary

We are eagerly afraid

         the final gasps of death

fear is the last ally

   the last lost courage

to throw away

    the cloudy misty life

               of human superfluity

panic: a mouth-full of despair,

           feed us more!

The colossal strength to sustain

      those pillars of petty humanity

and vanquish utterly

       vanish totally

in the final realization

–         the ineffability –

 the unspeakable death of language

for the beginning

   the return

        to an untold world

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