I describe but never quite feel,
Cocooned, inured to pure reveal,
Buried, layers down, intractable,
Inoculated, reality non-contractable
From this position of attrition,
I mould and scrape a feeble rendition
Of the revelation denied us
By machinery on the jagged cusp
Of improbability and despair,
Created by no-one, from nowhere
Out of the mind of infinite nothing
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