I

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There is

something

in everything

 

And everything

is

in nothing

 

I am

Wisdom

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I am a blowtorch

Everything like firewood

Burned in my light

I blast and incinerate

My entire world

To nothingness

 

Like the rising sun

A copper blaze

Of mind illuminated

I transform and deconstruct

Everyone

Into emptiness