No Instructions 

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To give quite freely or else hold, 
To be amazed, or bold: 

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How can we judge? Connect
Our body’s bias, dogma, sect?

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Once, Dr Dee’s high-polished coal 
Played mirror.  We have quasar or black hole 

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For marvel. Not a thing 
Is understood. And, ripening, 

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We die the moment that we start to learn 
Just what we are, just where to turn.  

                Sheila Wingfield, from Poems (2013)