What is real
needs no dressing up
What is not real
needs to be shrouded
in complexity
and in sophistication
in cleverness
and in brilliance
When the void
that nobody can escape
is frightened of
itself as the emptiness
it continually seeks
to fill itself up
with this and that
When the void
that nobody can miss
recognizes itself
as all there is
it is the fullness
bursting out
in all directions
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