In the search we are all strangers,
Coming to know ourselves as strangers,
From the far, which is beyond
What is seen.
What is the seen?
Inscribed in the kindgdom of rules,
But also the rulers that draw the unpredictable
Lines that are tangent to unpredictable thought.
Then the seen is also far?
But we see ourselves,
We are constantly seeing ourselves,
Either shadow or reflection in the great sun,
The eye, and its great light, the blinking mirror.
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