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Eternally imperfect thoughts

Imperfect image of an eternal paradox.

Deep roots in an arid land,

The will is not water, but salt.

Drink from this chalice, found in the depth bowels.

More of the dirty water of purity.

Regenerate the threads of vital tissue

A new being born

Enfleshed vitality.

Beyond the points of view

Beyond the infinity abysses,

Beyond the eternal inhabitants;

The will dwells.

Because from the deepest abysses

The highest peaks emerge.

Riches replaced by imperfections

Virgin tortuous road to the molded passage

Who will take the path that leads,

From the depth until where it’s touch the stars?

Drink from this chalice, found in the depth bowels.

More of the dirty water of purity.

Regenerate the threads of vital tissue

A new being born

Enfleshed vitality.