A visionit reads:
And the poet and the sage,
Did this dialogue engage:
"Oh, the fleeting desires of man
Which like weather-vane do turn
On a breath; And who here can
Know them at all? Or begin to learn
Their length or breadth or depth or span
Which ever change, and thus spurn
The wisest eye, most learned hand?"
"And he who sees the abyss all grim,
Does not that abyss see also him?"
"As these words are spoken through,
I see knowledge but half formed;
For it is true your heart I never knew
For your sins I've never mourned;
But what of these things is more true
This the truth we all have scorned,
This abyss for me is me, and for you is you."
"Then what of those who never could
Come to be but understood?"
"Self knowledge then, I think
Is to seek to understand
Others, and not fear the brink
Or the darkling, forgotten land
And as each, opaque as ink
Must turn to self, this key demand
Of his own, and deeply drink."
"So then to know, and thus be known
Is to be broken, lost and overthrown."
"Your couplets do express with terse
verbiage the core of what I've meant to mean
And perhaps you can with final verse
The ear of each soul cause to lean
In and hear, for better or worse
Silver-inlaid of gold, that queen
Broke-heart that broke the curse?"
"Wisdom says of knowledge but this,
Life is hid in death's cold kiss."