Rock
and vapor, stone and air,
Immobility
and absence –
Form
and dreams,
what’s
real, what seems –
the
anchor in the sea –
incontrovertible
dichotomy
that’s
licked at by an ambiguity
like
a dispassionately nosy cat.
What
to make of that.
What
he made of that was everything.
In one
psychotic episode he had supposed
that
severing his finger to obtain the ring
was
patently the only thing
to do.
Anyone who’d really thought about it
had
to take that point of view.
Imagining
that every solitary thing
was
a priori inaccessible
to every
other.
Never
knowing that they were
each
other’s mother.
.
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