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Limitcel
Matthew 25-29
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I am lucid today, as if I were about to die,
And I no longer had brotherhood with things
But a farewell, becoming this house and this side of the street
A train's row of carriages, and a whistled departure
From inside my head,
And a jolt of my nerves and a creaking of bones on the way there.
I am perplexed today, like someone who thought and found and forgot.
Today I am torn between the loyalty I owe
To the Tobacco Shop across the street, like a real thing from the outside,
And the feeling that everything is a dream, like a real thing inside.
I failed at everything."
-Fernando Pessoa
And I no longer had brotherhood with things
But a farewell, becoming this house and this side of the street
A train's row of carriages, and a whistled departure
From inside my head,
And a jolt of my nerves and a creaking of bones on the way there.
I am perplexed today, like someone who thought and found and forgot.
Today I am torn between the loyalty I owe
To the Tobacco Shop across the street, like a real thing from the outside,
And the feeling that everything is a dream, like a real thing inside.
I failed at everything."
-Fernando Pessoa