What great disgust there is
in making books.
Is there no other way of putting words?
That my hands must grasp it from behind
takes the task of grasping from the mind.
If souls ascend beyond
limits of the third dimension
to waken senses lost in mundane lives,
why not just use simple imagination
than forcing what's essential through the eyes?
To every writer, find that you must know
there is no joy in any words you put.
There is no quintessential fact you're giving,
when the only way one learns is through the
living.
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