she plunges into another white pain in beams of Loss
the singular idea of confining the heart to the realm of contradiction fructifies, while she pursues Nothing, desires Nothing, feels Everything.
Self-contradiction is an experiment with modes of self-understanding. It leads to Invention and Art, contrary to all streams of sweet foam.
she bathes in a Morning when Sun has no Method. silence fixes my Opake furies, she mumbles.
she opens the book under the terrible unutterable Name of Generation.
she dances Nonsense but true Absurd is the discourse by essence without the texture of a naked body. redeeming the Infinite from Finite and vice-versa.
she is the Space.
she is the Space.
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