Life, for me, has been an oscillation between poetry and prose, unconscious and conscious existence. I suspect it's the same for many people, in its own way. Lately I've been able to cultivate a vision of the world, only in part, in which I see everything around me as if I was a soul returned to a body. How would you -feel-, how would you -see-, if you had one last chance to see the world after having lost everything to that eternal night of slumber? Can you find it within yourself to see the world as if having lost it?
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