Knowledge contains no ledge which man can climb onto
It is a plateau disguised as progress
Adam and Eve rest among the ides,
simply caught in between
She May come to March
July was jealous of October's eyes
There were 15 sins for every victory,
and 13 stomachs for all the food we ate (eight)
Every unraveling begins with a knot
The more I find,
the more disoriented I become
It's the burden of the mind
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