ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND NINETY-SECOND DAY OF THE YEAR

Dared not live, knew it pointless to die,

that existence is superior to oblivion,

something to nothing. that it doesn't

matter whether we live or whether

we founder, time's great careless

hand will us erase, and all will

be peace and all will be nothing.

25.10.2023

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