A dawn of nameless love which is for all
diffused about the pasture like a lens
becoming filtered. I have seen the world
in rose, in yellow, blue, in ochre tint
and loved created things all the same.
Who puts a face on surfaces? Euclid
traversed the solids, made a system for
to know them in a way with hierarchy.
To know yourself before you were yourself
is like knowing the Moon and not the finger
pointing to it in the Zen kōan;
Language and philosophy just play
with words as if they were the light that paints
in shadow on the walls of Plato's Cave.
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