The only thing we can say is
What we're not,
What we don't want.
The impossible is unperceivable
Is nothing but its image drenched in
This overdose of delusion
The only thing we can say is
The flowing of things
Has left us alone
The moment of being
From the time we're born
Is a dot on a straight line
Piercing and dragging us to
This overdose of delusion
And what we have been building
Is nothing
Nothing but its image
Is nothing
Nothing but the open door of this cage
Each possible negation
It's just the logic
Except in its edification
That cuts reality like a blade
And from its breach flows
The liquid that has created
This overdose of delusion
The only thing we can say is
That the impossible is unperceivable
It's the very same pain which breeds
Nothing
Nothing but its image
Is nothing
Nothing but the open door of this cage

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