the unbearable lightness of a particular being...

'well...
i am no Kundera...'
he started...
upon being reminded of the existential issue...

'i am in no way into
Nesnesitelna lehkost byti...'
he murmured...

'no Tomas have i...'
he added...

'then what?'
the grey suited man
opposite asked...

'the unbearable lightness...
for me comes from
Light...
and the rainbow clouds...
afloat
over Prague...
though there might be mist and fog...
but lightness unbearably light
and bearably bright...
so appears...
it appears so that
i just lie flat...
and the light takes the body in...
for a flight...
the Light...'

he sighed...

the grey suit smiled too...

was there any dearth of light?
really?
in the room...
where the sequence took place...

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