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After all things occurred to me,

the void occurred to me.

There is a limit

to the pleasure I had in form —

I am not like you in this,

I have no release in another body,

I have no need

of shelter outside myself —

My poor inspired

creation, you are

distractions, finally,

mere curtailment; you are

too little like me in the end

to please me.

And so adamant —

you want to be paid off

for your disappearance,

all paid in some part of the earth,

some souvenir, as you were once

rewarded for labor,

the scribe being paid

in silver, the shepherd in barley

although it is not earth

that is lasting, not

these small chips of matter —

If you would open your eyes

you would see me, you would see

the emptiness of heaven

mirrored on earth, the fields

vacant again, lifeless, covered with snow —

then white light

no longer disguised as matter.