again rush is coming
where it is sent again and
where do I all run and where am I going to hurry
where am I going again
where all this strange
a strange incomprehensible terrible gloomy run
where did my lips go so far

I'm the ghost I was born and so I'm dead
it has always been and always will be
eternity it is we are eternity all eternity
and there are no sections there are no roses
no sunflowers or daisies or flowers
nothing and never in the world is only one
one hurry is one of my strange non sparkling
horrifying and gloomy and blue as a scent

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