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I eat flesh from the bones of an orange
Who has this please to declare?
I drink blood and urine, from the pure and bubbling stream -
There is nothing, nothing to repair.
I make two people sit and paw, claw together
Motioning circles of nature's subtle rhymes.
Hopelessly, incessantly, and moving them on...
They're nothing, nothing in time.
I see you're spying on my own methodology
You are not suitably subtle, but that is fine -
I shall balance you out in time, be afraid.
But nothing, nothing is sublime.
I sear the bubbles of ice from the glaciers
You cannot perceive or conceive my name.
I am your sustenance, you are my excrement -
And so nothing, nothing is the same.
- Simon Huggins, 22nd October 2001