This One

This one starts as it ends. It is the ending of the one before. This one is not this one. This one is another one that has not yet started to be done.

This one is the end of the one before.

This one is the way it ends. So this one is not this one.

This one is about writing. Not the writing that is done, but the one that you do – the one that is always done, and so cannot be done. This one is about the writing that cannot be done.

This one is not done.

This one has to be done.

This is the one that gives you no choice if you are living already. This is the one that is being done to you. This is the one you have been doing, the one that is not done because it cannot be chosen.

This is the one you cannot choose.

This is the one you are doing.

This one gives you no choice alive already. This one is the dead one. It is the opposite thing done in life by life to nonlife.

This one is dead.

This is the one you cannot choose – it is in fact the one that you kill.

This one is killed because it cannot be chosen. This one is done for the choice that is made about what to keep alive. This one is the nonchoice of the unchosen. The one that has not been done.

Your choice, to stay alive.

This is not your choice.

It is the writing that you do.

Not the one that is done.

It is the choice you make.

Not the one that is made.

But the one that is not made in the choice that has life in its interest

And death in its whole.

This one starts as it ends. The ending of the one before.

This one cannot be done – it is the one before.

It has you in its interest. Not you now, but the one before. The one you were not if you are still to be done now. The one that cannot be done, but the one always being done. Not you, but the one before you.

This one is the choice that someone has not made.

This one is the way that choice would end, had it been made.

This one is the writing of that end, the writing that cannot be done. This one is the written end of the one that cannot be written, but is always in writing to be done.

This one has no choice.

This one is always alive.

This one cannot be killed, it is the one that makes you kill because it makes you choose without letting you choose.

This one is the choice that cannot be made.

The choice being made.

The one that will be done. This one is never done. This one is the doing of the one before that ends in this one – and so this one is not this one.

This one is the way that it ends.

This one will never end.

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