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My papers burning with a Kafkesque predilection

To self-annihilation, by which negation unfurls

In every form. No moorings, passing through chance and chaos.

We never had the burden of influence, the memory is not long,

Our forefathers decided to be forgotten. Imagine, they said,

Let them. Let them also learn what it was like for us then,

Running in battles without the call from any race. We are the

Nomads loyal just to the moment.

.D

A discourse on ComeSee