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I exist I don’t exist, no connection
with the big machines that will come
some day and will demolish all
that must be demolished as a conspiracy
we return to exile, to slavery you begin
to destroy yourself, you have a tingling
melting sensation, fusion of the delicious
miraculous dissolution, you shall destroy
yourself with a perfect will because there
exists an hour suitable to die, an act purified
and sanctified by the incredible enchantment
that she offers. I go into a deep trance slowly ‒
Nirvana, combustion, extinction, disappearance.
A supreme God who absorbs you into the divine
essence, a process of self-destruction led
by an effort of the will. The pleasure bordering
on an almost unbearable ecstasy. The will works
on a new being ‒ Nirvana has been attacking me
for long hours. He flies into a rage if I weep.
He’s been staying for hours and hours to make
me feel ashamed of all that was dear to me
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