What falls away is the appearances,
Images in the half-light behind
Of which you cannot look, and especially
The black which is cool, flows
Like a slant. Their conjunction is a separate need
That never comes back, of none, for none:
Sight was a medium for beings seen.
Then it should have been firm. There should have been
Fire on the other side, maybe.
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