No identification,
Nothing and no one
Is here at this time.
No proof is necessary
To establish the sky,
No instrument is necessary
To bring anything
To the picture.
No sense, no intellect,
Can perceive anything.
It is all in marvel,
It is all a process
Of the bad man quarrels
With his own tools.
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