A question.it reads:
The form of the thing is the sign
Of the truth which may be and when
The eye sees the beauty within
The sign and the truth align.
Now does a man see the real
Whose fetishes line his walls
Do the features compose what he calls
The good for which he must feel?
When seeking the meaning of things
Men often examine the shapes
Put on the colors like capes
Fly in the forms as with wings;
A system is often conceived
Which brings them together in mind
Is this our symbol and sign?
A chimera by which we're deceived?
A symbol like translucent glass
Which veils and reveals all the same
Simple figures herald our game
A first stanza just like the last.