Plate 2: Here
Here is my testimony:
about fifty, father to an six-year-old (you don’t see that),
making words into poetry, loved, hated (don’t see that), actually
a kind of wild creature, here:
soul cuts, rebellion, lips – too sensitive, all eyes (as you see)
and actually what a mirror betrays is no deeper
than what it doesn’t.
What a mirror mirrors is a two-dimensional Being-card,
framing the appearance of the Wanted.
One portrait glancing into a moment from the crowd of the soul;
and the soul?
What can I show you about it which you don’t already know?
Here’s the wheat-stalk which grew out of nothingness
here the knife
that cut it from the One.