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It is the essence of complete being,
infinite grandeur, in oneness.
That I have sought.
That I have found.
That I am.
All else Pales and Fades,
As dust into dusky darkness,
As parts of I, even,
That were not Meant to be.
My previous yearning,
to Keep all that I was,
Is loosed,
and so go the tendrils
of the unnecessaries...
and the wild beam of joy
trounces thru eternally sunlit meadows.
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Is two different than one?
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Or are zeroes different
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than twos?
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What is a number
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when it is not a number?
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If everything else is the answer,
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then there are two...
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numbers and non-numbers....
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either as being true or being false,
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a number still applies.
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So if numbers always apply,
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there are no nonnumberexistances.
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Except, numbers don't really exist.
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For it is more than the call of the poet....
to remembrance of lost tragedy.
To look over your shoulder
at yesterday,
and stare into its doleful eyes.
Shamed tears
are not forgotten
but carried upon the souls of weariness
to their grave.
So sweet and cold.
the voices that sing
their chanting rhymes,
calling to the risen
who will hear
who will care.
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