Dumb Questions In My Heart?

the shadow is a lion, but the
lion is a wind, the wind will move
the shadow to where the line begins.

the seeming of the shadow is the
lion in the reeds, but it is pan who
plays the song whose threshing

sings the seed. there are seeds that
lie in shadow, and winds that move
the seeds, there are lions in the sea,

where the singing sweetly cedes.

Abstraction, or Reality?
Line, or Lion?