Bi-Polar Learning Curves - Poem by James McLain
As for our singular problems.
Whom is it to, within hands reach.
Are we awake, do they dream?
Thinking in the multiples.
Level of that very complex being.
Which if I must, I beg you to think.
Is it not possible to solve them?
same levels, which made them?
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