Mitrealität

The dusk of contact with all things The terrible latter dawns The fall into symbols The light in eternal descent The point that sets itself in motion The force which draws circle upon circle on the water The pool within pool within pool Was water all there was, deep beyond measure? They are a silence heavy with seastorms They are strangers to pity, compassion is far from them They are horses that grow to great size, that feed on mountains They feed on gods From things To thoughts of things To thoughts of thoughts To thoughts as things