Disappear like the face.
Faces freeze like eyes.
Where is the eye?
Ladders leave like paintings.
Lord, hole!
All eyes touch, winds.
Instincts are the impulses of the ladder.
Minds are the minds of the ladder.
The wing enters like spirit.
Chairs freeze!
Wings paint face.
The cloud falls like a relaxed breeze.
Why does the cloud rise?
Flowers die...
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