“What’s with these souls?’
‘Are those hands mine?’
‘Would you call that existence?!’
‘Am I living in the Floating Opera?‘
‘There’s only void inside:
a mass of non-existence!’
‘Are there any beeps to keep me breathing?
Or should I choose the never ending line of sounds?’
‘I feel like co-existing in an Other space:
a world of Nothingness. Oh, sweet Absurdity!’
**
‘Am I the book of questions?’
‘What if I am the answer?’ he finally replies.
‘Will I be descending to the place where I’m expected to reign?’
‘Soon, My queen!’ he whispers.
‘Faith is all I have’ I instantly reply.
So he disappears, leaving me alone
On the borderline of echoes
‘To be or not to be? To choose or not to choose?’
‘Choose!’
‘Soon, My King!” I reply.
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