Tautology

Our bodies disappear in chloroform smell
On the table under green cloth of scalpel.
At times they just disappear in a clay-pot

In flowing rivers, melting snow mountains.
Our spirits are mere words, just tautology.
Our bodies do not exist except in dreams.

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