It is for you,
As a part of the truth,
Indissoluble,
As when the unearthly pearl
At days end
Extends from the shore to the sun,
One can see
Its blue in the windows watching
Across the cliffs.
Which is true, which is false
Can be known
But only by discerning, letting
The expression
Play out in pantomime,
The opposing
Is all adoration
As it tricks
Itself out as the truth,
With a blue
Worthy of our admiring,
But we never do,
Eyes fixed at the shore
Facing an end.
