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Found it again.
What?—Eternity.
It's the sea going.
Into the sun.
Vigilant soul,
Whisper the avowal
Of the night so void
And the day on fire.
So disengage
From human craving,
From common ecstasies
And fly accordingly.
For from you alone,
Embers of satin,
Breathes out of the Task
Without it being said: At last.
Hope, not a chance,
No oldtime religion.
Knowledge with patience,
The torture is a given.
It is retrieved.
What?—Eternity.
It's the sea on the run.
With the sun.
Aurthur Rimbaud, Eternity.
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