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1 Getty Tomb

The darkness is ourselves,
Enveloped by death, by nostalgia,
But the obstacle is to the inner life.

Even through the new mending of feeling
We cannot recover our losses
Or prevent the constant breaking.

We are excluded finally from the world
And the limits of our endurance
Are marked by a phallic stone.