i went to a place not far away, not really that far away, but when I got there, mystery wrapped itself around mystery, and although I was sure of my own reality, I was not, unreal as it was, as it were, and there I saw the possibility and impossibility of life, right there as mist enshrouded the world, and up ahead there was nothing to be seen, but it could have been heaven, purgatory, hell.
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| what i came to see was already obscured |
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| others went on ahead without me, but i... |
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| it was the aftermath without the smell of death |
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| and there alone stood i, the last, the first. |
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