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| Original Clay by H. Lyons 2008 Stylized rendering by rlm 2011 |
Nothing said, nothing heard, nothing seen
These things are seen, heard, and said
Assumed to be true
Yet
So far from truth
This mind is autonomystic
Filled with observances
Do not aver to understand you understand
Permission to speak freely here
You do not
The links you make are in your experience only
You must think the mind of the aut
Each exploration, our oh!
Thus yarned, consign strange to no
All that we find, the mystic
Give us a chance
You may well see it makes sense
These files of association
Or you may choose to be dissociative
To choose to see us in simplest terms
So you may see us as we see you
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