Lugubriously they love and serve
The invisible zero,
The hidden void.
They believe,and do not believe,in sin.
They are faithful,but have no faith.
The art of annihilation is their carnival.
There is no consummation,
Only festivals of pain
And sad siestas.
You are here.You are not here.
You are alive.You are not alive.
The sailors returning,
Older and stranger,
Report that the earth is, once more, flat.
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