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Once upon a time ago

With no guide an empty scroll

Day by day the pages turn

Painting chapters of my life

Towards the nullified

Portholes eyes the daily glance

Constant moves, immobility

Russian hollow wooden dolls

Endless holes within a hole

From the inside

Slowly i give birth to my goodbye

Worship the invisible

Lost in mists of antiquity

Same old words for centuries

Underlines it's all a lie

Inexplicable

While trudging to vacuity

Giving sense to opened eyes

Clock hands on a threaded rod

Drifting slowly to the end

This is my life

Slowly i give birth to my goodbye

One step forward

One in reverse - the void

Back to square one from where it all began