Poem 173: Onism

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Onism

Can't you listen?

Hear me when I say,

That if I am to wake up
after never having gone to sleep,

If I am to live
again,

If the universe still
does not want me dead,

Than I wish to spend
this life on myself.

For I am indebted to my being,

And no one else.


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