“Oh, how did all get here?” he laughed,
For every where there was a here,
And every here was everywhere.
The only thing that had no spot
Was that no-thing, that had it not.
Under valleys, back of mounts,
He looked for their beginning founts,
But what he found was solid ground
That was a where and here in-wound.
At last, exhausted, still he stood,
And thought that thought just wasn’t good
Which sought to ask a how of here,
Or from what not-spot did appear.
For if a wasn’t wasn’t was,
Like buzz-less bee that cannot buzz,
Then it was isn’t, not a thing,
And what is isn’t has no sting!

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