Your restless eyes had first deciphered her
in a sequence of graphemes, in the grammar
of a complete thought, in the organization
of light on the leaves of a water oak.
Your restless eyes had first comprehended
her in the various chapters of a story,
or the footnotes of a Maimonides comment
from a culture obscured by the centuries.
But the faith that you had in your knowledge
was tested by the mystery, by false witness
rendered in a poet's scattered verses.
Thus the only reasonable thing to believe
is that an apprehension of her is not
possible within the confines of reason.
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