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My stuff:
A dim cruel black void lies before us all,
A bottomless pit that cannot be crossed,
That manifests in an eternal mental trawl.
The sad failure of language to accost
To truly bring forth the wealth of wisdom.
I must play that infernal game of words
To prevent that damned and twisted schism
We must endeavour to get the veiled passwords,
The axioms that underpin a concept
And the stark intent which they are being used.
To compose the unique separate context,
We are liberated and not confused,
Only then may we get a slight appreciation of the tongue
But I am trapped inside this cerebral iron lung.