A perfume lingers in all things: this is their radiance.
Like halos, all inner scents glow.
Light fingers of finery, life reaching out,
And we are brought into the forgery,
A hologram of complicit pieces, we
Share the conspiracy in our sleep.
Moving through our assumptions, our
Errors, we forget there is no gain nor loss.
Nothing matters beyond the becoming:
Our redundancy is the source of our success.
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