insofar as we tend to be that discomfort of loss, source of the desire for death

 insofar as we tend to be that discomfort of loss, source of the desire for death, discomfort of human withdrawal from the tyrant of the body, until we see each other in the eagerness of our eyes, pain occurs until its body turns into a stone, until you-me like a slimy film in its rampant flow rampant over the surface of the skin of liquid emitting image perceptions incessantly claimed during the very brief moment of existence