converting into a nothing, 
led by the ecstasy of vanishing, 
by the agiation of need, 
you go on, 
and get lessing
from your adorned-papery god, 
that you created it.
taken by the trend of
your source, 
materializing, 
you go on, 
stagling, 
converting into a nothing.
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