As soon as you know you exist,
you’ll take Existence’ dare
to demonstrate how interesting
it is to be as rare
as our respective sentiences
inimitably prove
to be. Illimitably, senses
prod us to remove
the terror of their loss: empty,
they refill again, to spill
again – peremptory
temptations to despair – until
at last you get the point of points –
that Soul entirely accepts
we’re all the cosmos that anoints
its objects into subjects
into objects: leaks
the particles and waves of truth.
it always is the clue it seeks,
it always is the sleuth.
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