I shall be....

i am but a puny allegory,
unbeknownst of a man's glory.
Shrouded in an unrelenting conflict,
a lost cause left derelict.
Beautiful paradigm of uncertainty,
a malady of enigmatic absurdity.
If thou seek, thou shall be found,
take a flight and yet shall be bound.
I hath the universe; it has me,
hypothesise your existence; I shall be....

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