None canst find me

I am yet... to know me
Who might know
themselves than the
I think I am lost
in a world so insane
to know my insanity.
Of the many languages,
I chose that of the
sages; poetry.
They are all but,
a depth shallow than
My thinking.
Such makes them
gullable to my sermons.

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