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.-I in the space deprived of up and down shrunk, trapped in outside substance with a body grown into a dead, shapeless clod the body without the flesh from ancient fog of cosmic microwave background radiation first touch there was emerging super-symmetrical act of creation over this, there's nothing conscience of close... prison this touch - blind and beholding by the way this hand of this touch that to act this creation I saw nothing up till now now I see - below the fingers of my hand fingers, which wander around in the dark like a stream of squirming vermin mass of crawling movement which is running in all-direction suddenly conversion... transformation... creation