What is my creation?
How is it my own?
Let me perceive
Everything with it,
Let me feel love
In creativity.
Let me analyse
The thing as it is.
Nothing to invent,
Nothing to discover.
All my dear,
I am here
To liberate myself
From nature.
Am I a fool?
I fear authority,
I fear probability,
I fear possobility,
And with all that
Related to it!
Anyway,
Substitution is available
And I am thankful.
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