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is this the voice that knows it all?
who told you so?
are we not to hear the voice ourselves?
are we not here to make mistakes?
it is the Plenty (capital p) that is never Enough (capital e)
the All that is Invisible
it is this word that arises some place
in the blank void behind our eyes
and for which we hope
it carries us

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