I am but he, understood by the word,
A paradoxical existence, in being,
An illusory reality, grounded,
In the permanence that permeates the real.
I am but he, in being,
A metaphorical knife, that cuts skin deep
Perennial in nature, in creation and destruction,
The tragedy of all that I behold.
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