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Exactly That and Yet Not 
 

Nothing is as it seems 
And yet 
There are infinite ways of perceiving the illusion
Nothing ever forms 
And yet 
Forms that can be imagined are endless
Nothing we can hold on to 
And yet 
The very one who says this is itself an illusion
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