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when you look into your eyes
you can see the scaffold within the letters in the cone of the first idea then the spider weaving its web between your brain and the other things double networks the cold from the hypophysis circulates through and stays at night at every pillar’s root between what you see and what is unseeable like a beggar who sold his feet and his eyes the freedom of movement depends on the created chaos within the same cone the space which is left between the feet and the eyes can be used to burden ideas with limbs but in the networks as hidden animals in the vegetal abyss the sisters of the first withdrawn impulse small threads of the equilibrium are seen through struggle today you go towards the same slope you climbed yesterday that means the pillars are backwards and the beggar has ransomed only his legs raise and walk
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