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Why is a word the reason for which is purely absurd.
At the precipice of love I must abandon all words for they fail me,
I must abandon all symbols for they delude me,
Even sounds distort the current,
Beautiful deformations in the fabric of non-being,
Solace,
And so I write…with words that dissolve, and terghan sehue fot rapinfol gentat
-IAT
