I am here in
deception
You are not.
You are there in
Deception
I am not.
I am not going
To say artificial
I must say automatic
And natural.
What you declare
That is the source
Our memory failed
And we returned
To stage.
That is never losing
That is ever growing
That is organizing
And we arrived
At purity.
Doubts out
Grace in
Wits have no work
And we are not
The knower of all past.
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