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I breathe ‒ I believe
my breathing floweth through Thee
Jesus Christ, I’m tormented
for every breath, I expiate her
like a crime I endure this chastisement
because this morning I succeeded
again, still in the bed in making void
within myself and around myself.
Calm enthusiasm, joy of the abolition
but Thou Jesus Christ, Thou dwellest
in me, in the innermost depth of my soul
Thy name is Absolute, Thou couldst be
this piece of joy and yet nothing is lacking
I always say “Yeah” and I desire nothing anymore.
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