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Nov 2014
Unawareness

Alas we folly with wisdom
Less we bliss with ignorance
The latter of which I climb
To heights of obsolescence

Bite my teeth
And define my feeling
You’ll hardly take my
Know of knowing

Only human
will chase thy knowledge
And die long before
They reach their challenge

Having wasted
In futures time
Past reveals nothing
To present rhyme

You will return to your eternal sand
“I” will hold the universe in his hand
Rep Van Andrews
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