Look at the empty hand
It is not filled with truth
Burdened with falsehoods
Birth, life, death, wisdom
All that was, is,
What might be
Everything is its mistress
It grasps in desperation
Nothing is its master
Possibly
Form forces
Its ignorance
That which is named real
Is not what it touches
It is an empty hand
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