''I nastanie królestwo prawdy? - Nastanie, hegemonie - - Ono nigdy nie nastanie!'' *
Choked on own redemption in this dark night without end, at the failed attempt to hold the last of grounds. What bitter irony in this cadaverous obedience. Punctured lung prayer, stiff limb gesture.
As the pillars of ego collapse under his gentle, wounding hand. Arche point blank, fastforward theosis. Caressing teeth of a starving God, a communion with the void.
