Mitrealität

The dusk of contact with all things
The terrible latter dawns
The fall into symbols
The light in eternal descent

The point that sets itself in motion
The force which draws circle upon circle on the water
The pool within pool within pool
Was water all there was, deep beyond measure?

They are a silence heavy with seastorms
They are strangers to pity, compassion is far from them
They are horses that grow to great size, that feed on mountains
Thеy feed on gods

From things
To thoughts of things
To thoughts of thoughts
To thoughts as things