Waking up, I never went to sleep
My skin a bridge
As I enter the unspeakable world
Although not impenetrable, we are omnipotent
In the same way God made the mountains
My heart does not choose to beat
The tiniest waving particle provokes rhythm
The marriage of illusion to a futility however likely
There is no point in sustaining bliss
Going to sleep, I never wake up
My skin a fabric
Woven into the totality of reality
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