socrates
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THE PUREST KNOWLEDGE
Is preparing us for the day we die.
I understand it’s a gorgeous day outside.
Change is not an illusion.
The basic substance is water.
Opposites create each other.
Change is what I can see
What I can hear
And what I feel everywhere.
By my well-dressed organs,
Dressed in customised compulsion of slumber confusing which with perfection
But not my soul
Everything has a face
Just like my Brother’s old backpack
Hanging in the closet with its snares and tares
And every time I look
At it seeing its entirety, places it’s gone, baggage it has carried
