An eye for an eye makes No world deaf No love held No life had
Not a moment here Or a road in sight
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Once upon a time, when you, like him along the Rhine Thought of your reflection, Mutable in the current
You too grasped that chance for No representation, no reality Beyond that weariness
Yet Your pain, you didn’t know Became the king’s austerity
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Cloak and Dagger, a dove came In the night like a thief on the hour arrived Unexpectedly, inexplicable as A sickness or sage or words to tell why
Why? Why? Why me?
She too stole that power from, Usurping the crown from above Reason, elevated unto —Passed down from— Hand in hand in the Court of the heart And here yet again
Yet again you’re here!
Written in 2011. Images of Eckhart and the Orient.