Silent, it's just what it is.
I feel blind, are the others seeing?
All is but not, I am which I am not.
They say it's, but it's just the start.
Am I blind, or are they, or are we?
I try, try is the word that is.
Is all this worth something, what's something?
I feel just pain, or is it just is?
I am or are we, or is it just what it is?
Order is, where should we be or is it done?
Loud I feel, powerful I see but none.
It's close, but yet so far, what is what?
Is the power me, so I say, but smooth there be.
Tell but not told, who is and what are.
Pain is in, I say not, but more is smooth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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