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I am Knowledge


Knowledge can be found, bound, where an Artist’s mind dwelled, 
ink in hand, his time ran out. 
 Leaving the seed of which knowledge sprouts. 
 What lies beneath, we’ve yet to see, origins run deep. 
Aversion to death, an unconscious mind fails to seek. 
Buried in dirt six feet deep, are roots aware they’ve become a tree?
 
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