Timon, Timon,
the shifty clouds keep changing their appearence,
and though we laugh, and are laughed at in turn,
we never seem to~
these images
float about
in kinship
of many kinds
friends to olympus
and hades alike
Timon, this comedy
for a monster mirror
runs on into~
~into unknowable forms
striking jagged stone or wood
these images
cannot pass through the veil
trust in death
and forgive man
for you will die
by some hand
trust in the awesome failure
of life
and you shall always win
there are delicate shapes in abundance
and their flow is unceasing
I have said nothing of importance
pine needles
rustling
on a disused path
a stray dog howls
and some think it mad
but the earth itself
is a stray dog
and beauty
like an enormous shadow
is shifty
ambiguous
and consider
Moses as an Urn
and consider
the word as an urn
made of urns
every shattering
~every circle of the heart or eye
comes moving from the mirror's plane
in steady
driving
succession
vision flows framed
by constant understanding
the misanthrope is not a savage
and the savage not uncivilized
for the body itself
is koinônia
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