how he would define a law
he took a piece of paper from my desk
and dipped his quill in the inkpot of it
and wrote words across it
but he did not show me the paper
I waited a long time
but he did not show me the paper
I had no means to know
if he were wiser than I nor I him
later the paper was divided back into the calculus of its origin
over many years by means of dust
and there was no man alive
who could read its lexicon
even a blind man by brail
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