Tell the truth:
there is no knowledge

There is a chaotic dream
with many wounds
that cut deep into our souls
and consciousness

But of what?

That which passes by
of which we can know nothing
and a language that forms rules
to keep things in place.

There's no way of knowing.
But there's no way to know that
there's no way of knowing.

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