What in coils works with riddle's logic, Riemann's time a cluster of grapes moved and moving, convolute? As nothing is separate from Empire the signs change and move, now drawn outward, not "about" but "in." The stars were only stars. If I looked up then it was to see my nose flaring on another's face. Ouspensky says, from one corner the mind looking for herself may go to another then another as I went. And in literal void, dazzling dark, who takes who where? We are happened upon and are found at home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRUTUS LIVES AGAIN IN BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS 1914: 1. PEACE by RUPERT BROOKE THE WASTE LAND (1-5, COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT OUR CHRIST by HARRY WEBB FARRINGTON FONTENOY, 1745: 2. AFTER THE BATTLE, EARLY DAWN, CLARE COAST by EMILY LAWLESS THOSE EVENING BELLS by THOMAS MOORE |