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We know not ourselves, do we?
For every moment we think of
To have known ourselves,
To have it all figured out,
We meet the un-luminated abstract,
Unexplored fright,
Untamed rage,
Unconquered wit,
And sometimes unrealized fact.
For every moment we dared to have known,
We subdue and retreat,
All the way back to the start!


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