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Having searched for familiar names

In lexica, almanacs (and also in between the sheets of waking up)

(on forgotten mornings of lost nights)

For a really long time now

The colours and lines of the songs and faces (known or unknown)

Seem to have faded away, the twinkling of the surreal stars that last just a night or two (is probably imaginary)

The probability of the rebirth of all beliefs old however (amidst vehement denial)

Is spread everywhere (or lies anywhere) between zero and one

Nothing (not a name, nor a face) begins anything new

Nothing (not a name, nor a face) begins a new phase nor something new with a name (or no name)