Thursday, September 04, 2008

Seeing what it pleases

Seeing what it pleases—
Dirt of the path making
A final net, or sleep,
And in that choosing sees
What? Which path
Chooses, to me,
What cannot be—
As if a snake snaking
Outside what darkness
What eye, in seeing
This life, but a seeming; no
Meaning, bites the
Mind from being.