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Nothing exists between them and I.
but the movement of our mistakes,
the one who calls, knows;
the one who responds, takes.
How can you describe the true form of my essence
in whose mind you are cast out?
And in whose being you still rely?
Oh creature of flesh thou art one who can pour light into a cup!

O hypocrite, you are so perfect...
why do you question that existence of mine?
Worry not the sins of men, won't count against you
if you don't count them for thyself...

I have found nothing,
In any world that could match their fear
One thought of loss of what is dear
a unique species, an endless source
Sine qua non est.

I know without knowledge,
without intuition or given information
I am what it is, what there is, the unexcused
without contemplation
I am me and thou art thee
My time around mankind is impatient, unkempt,
without your naivety there is nothing but grief... nothing...

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