oh marguerite

               


You will forget.
You will forget

You will forget that this is you.
I believe it can be done.

Yes, I believe it can be done. For instance, from other points of view, the point of view of death among others, your death, lost somewhere in the midst of a nameless and pervasive death.


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During your stay you must believe in your inalienable majesty.


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You are on the edge of the sea, you are on the edge of those things trapped among themselves by your eyes.


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Forget more.
Forget even more.


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I am in a state of love between living and dying. It is through your lack of feeling that I rediscover your quality: that of pleasing me. I desire only that life should not leave you, otherwise I care nothing for its progress, for it can teach me nothing about you; it can only draw death closer to me, render it more tolerable and yes, desirable. That is how you stand: facing me, softly, in constant provocation, innocent, unfathomable.

You do not know this.