squalor by adarcah iancu

Without right to life nor in death.
I destroy the myths of panhuman discord.
Shape on perpetual motion of the cosmic hypofunction.
through our ill-phobia, the shine of ideas, traveling to infinity.
Either-or incur exclude fight not to fall apart.
in the panic of no spiritual needs
I am alive. I am not.
adarcah [iancu]

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