Wasn’t it good enough? Wasn’t it already
Equal to the new, the old thing that we knew?
It’s not that the habit has changed:
We still see propositions in a cursory regard;
Or even that now, we know that we know,
As if a higher snow could blaze above the snow;
But what we always already were,
When we knew that we are, we are.
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