This fervent chant attacks my nerves the impossibibility to sleep beyond sleep.
That chanting sublime appearances that tear up Hungerness at night; and sleep again scapes through the whole it left. (Space time matters)
That chirp of birds in the wee small hours of the morning. To sleep In the soft riverbed of nature the chanting. Phantoms Hidden behind the eerie voices of insomnia.
the chanting.
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