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THE PUREST KNOWLEDGE Is preparing us for the day we die. I understand it’s a gorgeous day outside. Change is not an illusion. The basic substance is water. Opposites create each other.
Change is what I can see What I can hear And what I feel everywhere. By my well-dressed organs, Dressed in customised compulsion of slumber confusing which with perfection But not my soul
Everything has a face Just like my Brother’s old backpack Hanging in the closet with its snares and tares And every time I look At it seeing its entirety, places it’s gone, baggage it has carried