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Omniscience is empty I don’t want to know everything; I don’t even want to know you. The evidence is not humane, No one needs proof of being I need not fathom; I need motion, The dance between the ribs; Wed the sapient to the savage Where is the fine line? You cannot intuit till you cross it, But keep both eyes open At all times; Not the pretty ones with the lashes, That swallow the light, But the ones that devour the dark.
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
Intuit
Omniscience is empty I don’t want to know everything; I don’t even want to know you. The evidence is not humane, No one needs proof of being I need not fathom; I need motion, The dance between the ribs; Wed the sapient to the savage Where is the fine line? You cannot intuit till you cross it, But keep both eyes open At all times; Not the pretty ones with the lashes, That swallow the light, But the ones that devour the dark.
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
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