The window beyond the window
Is just a reflection
Made from light playing tricks
On old glass panes.
I can't crawl through the first to reach the second;
There is no substance at all to any image.
I will crawl back along the wall,
And look for the…
I STAND HERE ON THE SUMMIT OF THE MOUNTAIN. I
LIFT MY HEAD AND I SPREAD
MY ARMS. THIS, MY BODY
AND SPIRIT. THIS IS THE END
OF THE QUEST. I WISHED TO
KNOW THE MEANING OF
THINGS. I AM THE MEANING. I WISHED TO FIND A
WARRANT FOR BEING. I
NEED NO WARRANT…
