That Where We Look At
To look out
from the most tender touch of the two
who follow each other in lobe
like two same-sounding words in a dictionary.
Out, past, and beyond the will
which separates things and their
Out, to a perfect plain and clear.
For a bloom is not to be understood
through the beginning of the bud,
nor through the fruit.
Neither is the essence
As man is born from a farness
and for a distance,
so is all of importance already here.
To look out does not mean to look
into the strangeness of space,
for a body is borderless crumbliness
the soul only belongs to it
as much as
height belongs to a mountain.
That what we look to is time,
peculiarity of a stone,
a tormenting erosion of consciousness,
when outside itself
it recognized itself.
As man is born from here
and for here,
so is all importance a distance.
That where we go is time,
the attitude of unity.