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Pure anything is hard.
Adulteration creeps into almost everything I do.
One does.
You do.
No, it may be just me.
Strive as I might for "pure,"
I seldom attain it.
If I do come upon it momentarily
it is beyond words.
What does it feel like?
Like nothing.
Like expanding into the nothingness
of everything,
like floating in the peace
of the Universe.
No words can capture it,
no images replicate its serenity.
Pure. Pure nonsense.
Perhaps it's that exactly.
When I learn to spout pure nonsense
I will have uncovered the tellable secrets
of existence.
I will exude pure wisdom
through my pure nonsense.
Don't hold your breath for this
to happen.
I certainly won't.
The nonsense I can muster right now
is as wise as mairsie doats
and doesie doats
and little lambsie divee.
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