Once.
Twice.
Again.
One more time.
Another many times.
Endless it may be.
Clovi supposes it would go to an end like this, as well as that before soon everlasting the immortal fate would perform itself again, as double, and double more, a process sentenced to repeat, similar, compared to the process.
To duplicate, to redo, to reduplicate.
Clovi is in prison still.
He shoots to the distance.
He prays to be saved.
He seeks for secrets.
He lies down on the ground.
He dances alone in air.
He goes on a reel with himself, the classic and the rocks.
He duels with himself.
He slays who share his looking and almost everything he takes.
He is slain by who joint in his kills.
He sings the climax as he sings the others.
He wakes when he sleeps.
He finds himself lost.
He has found an eternal fantasy he is in, having fallen inner, he does not know the consequence.
Clovi stands.
Psychos haunt. Psychos killed.
Spirits drift. Spirits disappear.
Fairies appear. Fairies descend.
Myth since the antique demonstrates the tales to be
Legacies in a pronounce the all saint campaign to be what
to be destroyed.
As he smiles and laughs as his tears in flows flow.
He bites his legs.
He incises his body separate.
His bloods and bones constitute him, his body grows wholesome.
He laughs to him, he holds one bar, he takes on dagger.
Remembrances to long very ago he began to be repeated in shades, action varies when the shades frame him.
Clovi shall be marvels, psychos, spirits, fairies, the dimension's fascinating anathema and gifts.
Clovi shall have enjoyed it.
He shall have condemned it, believed or abolished it.
The prison of eternity be the stage for a drama, he wills to break thru what he has lost in and where he duels and lives peace with him and his shadows to him himself.
He shall have died.
He shall be long live.
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Non-FictionImprisoned. In prison here, the moment, ye time ye space. One prisoner. Prisoners. One collection about prisons in poem, in novel, in drama, in words from syllables, regardless.
