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In emptyness

My projection

Wanders

Without

Any place

To go

Nothing to call home

Everywhere foreigner

In solitude I stand

Into a crowded place

Facing a stream

Of unconscious lives

While my toughts

Run away in steppes of nowhere,

Where time has never been a thing

In a concrete swamp

I am trapped

Body is paralized

And Struggle to breathe

Only purposive things survive

Blackened future

Self-Erased

Past

Memories

I forgot

Everything

I forgot

How to live

Only purposive things survive