Pure haecceity without
Stable referent,
The what is, the what it is
To be, the underlying
Thing in itself, every last
Way of explaining
And enumerating things
As things, as explainable
Phenomena, angels were
Those explanations
And we were their ghosts,
Who could be many places
At once, unlike them,
Who saw their future through them.
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