We are in fate and fate’s and do but lack
Outness from soul to know ourselves its dwelling,
And do but compel fate aside or back
By fate’s own immanence in the compelling.
We are too far in us from outward truth
To know how much we are not what we are,
And live but in the heat of error’s youth,
Yet young enough its acting youth to ignore.
The doubleness of mind fails us, to glance
At our exterior presence amid things,
Sizing from otherness our countenance
And seeing our puppet will’s act-acting strings.
An unknown language speaks in us, which we
Are at the words of, fronted from reality.


PHOTO CREDIT : BRITTANI BURNS

 

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