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Fool

Language is an ingredient

in a magnificent soup.

It is not the soup itself.

 

Don't satisfy yourself with garlic only, that burning smack

is nothing compared with its capacity

to wend and become something brand new.

 

So get to the kitchen! Stop holding single ingredients in

your hand! You are not as foolish and unsure as you seem!

Inside the steaming, many things appear that are not

here now, in your thin, tired question.

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