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A new level reached, where the absence of air lets me breathe
I'm inverted, electrical impulses
A malfunctioning death-code incomplete
All things before me, at first unliving glimpse undeciphered
Its semantics rid of logic
Nothing is all
All is contradiction
Grinding, churning, the sweetest ever noises
Decode me into their non-communication
A soundtrack to my failure, one syllable, one vowel
A stagnant flow of endings
Un-time, unbound
Merging to form the multi-none
A sickly dance of matter, malignantly benign
Greeting the chasm, unbearable, sublime
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