In my mammoth puny efforts
to enter eliminate alleviate
the darkness the hiding
the shadows the fading
I try hard not to
remember to forget
the true false sources
of the colors the lights
of irreducible existence
needing inventing the world
in order to overturn it
who would have dreamed
the heart could love
infinite numbers
and three dimensions
more than itself
or the art of loving
more than life itself?
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