Quaeritur

If I can call out to the most high
(When the words are always the same,
Or at least snake in and out the cross-ways
Of the same old thought, which is just
A definite description or a name,
An appellation) why do I speak?

I am not asking for gifts
Of faith or blood, unless it is a gift
To understand (but understanding,
In its explanation, also gives)
If there is something which
To understand.

It is a puzzle hard to fathom why
We enter into objects, and though
Every object has a name, why some
Have names for us. But if I can call,
If I can call out to the most high, I ask

To know what is the highest
And its height and height,
And how to see the things that are tall,
Of course and how to see them,
Being small.