This poem by an unknown author, identified himself as enlightened.

Indeed, when all the masks fall down with his own "I", you begin to layer by layer to drop off the husk from the illusions of self, getting to the core. Not surprisingly, with no illusions about his own person, that person is hostile to itself.

So, we present you the poem:
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I am a Jew.
... I miser.
... I am the clown of dominoes.
I'm a joker, chose
Become
... The most
... Younger
... Card.
I am the shadow of failure
On the wave of excitement
I think granite,
Thrown out the window ...
I'm the one,
... Who
... Sleeping
And devours dreams,
Painted
... Bright
... Flowers
I vulgarity,
Pretend secret,
Themis,
Having lost the balance ...
I'm waiting.
... I shake.
... I laugh.
... I'm anonymous.
I'm a trooper,
Rzhaschy a mare ...
Hank of twine,
What is included in the soap ...
I am a corpse,
... I coffin,
... I have a layer of earth above it.

I'm the one who looks for
The decay of the day ...
I am the Wandering Jew.
I am a miser without belief in the soul.
I am a pure rumor,
What lies in earplugs ...
Nothing is sacred - For me ...

...................... 08.09.07