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Negativity
Forces me to be no one
And my deeds nothing
Eternal objects
Are rarified and ear marked
Why would one resist?
Annihilation
The gauntlet of unmaking
Seems equipped from birth
With simple fingers
I constantly unravel
My plans and others
But now I suspect
The gauntlet of creation
I've had all along
While not connecting
And possibly unaware
Each works and augments
So I take nothing
Grateful for simple blessings
And craft it thusly
They cannot contain
That which they cannot perceive
Divide on my brow
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