How I envy the honesty of those that feel bored
to death. But I do not admire their resentfulness.

- Come, come you little ones, come to me! Ah, take
a deep deep breath, how about the dreamed last breath
and the dead weight of a lived life, the body? Stasis . . .
xstasy’s … ecstasy is to cancel out each other…

Blown out: the now transformed oxygen
The dreamed last breath. Look at you

You were the destroyer of oxygen? What gave you
life kept becoming meaningless to you, rejected,
blown out… like when you in all sincerity felt bored
to death but capable of anything conceivable