Our Law

That everything we think

and see and do is fiction

has, we're sure, to be the source

of every blessing and affliction.

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Through ear and nose and eye

the brain transforms

the storm of stimuli

we can’t not be engulfed by

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into sensibility, as stripped
of friction and bewilderment
as desperate measures in the mind
can make it. Our law depends
.
upon forsaking what we really saw.
Whatever the infinity from which
we sieve the sensible may be,
we couldn’t take it raw.
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But “making sense” must

also let us feel existence –

not only shield ourselves from it.

Our law insists, as well, on awe.

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