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    Singing things beyond comprehension of conception,

    Out of nothing and into the black.

    I am IT
    I am the other
    No the other
    And the other
    And who are you?

    Keep wonder, further investigations
    Always promise a discovery.

    This course with lots of puzzles
    What I call,
    The mind.
    Curve is so steep,
    But you'll never complain
    When you get your speed.

    It's not like flying
    But teleporting your focus
    While you're omnipresent

    Exquisite expertise

    Anyway!

    A thing is a thing
    A name is a name
    True things may not have names
    Until someone names those things
    But a lie is always a lie
    But you may not know it
    It might be a concept too

    Curious! Things think things.
    And think about themselves.
    When a thing is the name
    And a name is the thing

    There comes the time
    To stop thinking for a while?
    For the while IT speaks.

    Why! Don't tell me you thought the mess will undo itself…
    See for your self.

    Whether?
    It'll work itself out
    Will it be over,
    Ever and ever,
    Forever!

    Without any force applying to it?
    Oh bummer.

    You should think twice before leave things
    Unattended in infinity.
    There are already many.
    Sometimes they just don't undo themselves...

    "Sorry, this is not an orphanage,
    But thank you for calling."

    I sit babies of untimely births
    Honk! Honk!
    Squat and boom
    Cut the cord
    Slap the butt
    Oink! Oink!
    Hush now

    ! . ?
    7 8 9
    6 8 7

    W8 for the while
    The ... silence... Works itself out,
    Go On…

    Seriously w8
    Stop your internal chatter and gossip,

    ? . !
    Go on…

    As if silence is something terrible
    No but it is something extraordinaire
    Wink! Wink!
    It is a link
    Hush!

    This aethyrnal place is a library
    Where you should even quiet your mind
    These babies cry poetry

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    Take this finger
    Put it on your mind's mouth
    It will help you show the way of silence

    Look at the poet itself…
    So quiet
    Feels like e is just a scribe.
    Can’t even say “I”

    Who me?

    I am the flow of inspiration
    From the beloved inspirator
    Whose word is All!
    Let there be love!
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