These eyes that burn these visions to my soul
Keep engraving golden letters in this piece of coal
Like a needle piercing through the layers of skin
Until there's nothing left but space
Between every molecule of me
Between every atom
Between every particle
The empty space that we call soul
The essence of me, that tireless need
the will that burns behind these eyes
that keeps burning these golden letters
into this empty space between my particles
That is truly to exist
In such many levels simultaneously
and still be uncertain
whether you exist or not.
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