Emptiness will be able to live without light and fire-
More precisely, IT doesn't care whose light that is and who is the kindler
Is this a blessed fire from heaven or disaster- only
Entertain, entertain, have a hell of fun- see do not burn yourself at
The immensity of emptiness that is everywhere you have it
On your Inside
FARAWAY
No one sees as far as the one who always runs
From today, only usually it is a look from the abyss of your Inside
Into black sky far, far away...
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