To true death

February 10th, 2012

The black dark of the endless end. The end of nothing in the invisible white. To not be and to be not. The undying death on the sideless surface. The exhaustion of infinite in the everlasting moment. The silence of the void hovering above its weightless vectors. All things made equal raised by the degree of zero. All things extinct multiplied by zero.
The suicide of the one subtracting itself.
The remnants of knives, of flags, the decaying echos murmuring last words. Empty timeless space – as a zephyr – contemplating: thoughtless and calm.
To end-be to true death.

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