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Sheikh Peer of the Twenty Third


You died the day you were born.

And immortalized

The day you died.

Four hundred years after

We come to you for

Knowledge of our world

Which you saw coming

As your sentience unfurled.

Used to the full, you

Remain inexhaustible.

Your incomparable words shame

Our cocksure certainties;

In infinity of percipience you

Enact the storm and the breeze.

May, O Peer, in our wilderness,

The thirst for you increase.

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