The human being

is divided

and unclear, a collected thing

of parts and layers,

among other things.

 

the human is opaque:

hiding something or

nothing that will not

be seen.

 

Passion, energy, soul

and lust

are obscured with ambiguity

and hidden for no one,

not even self

to see.

 

But the one who would see

finds more than a puzzle,

more than a maze of parts.

 

The seer begins a quest

with no beginning;

and there is no point of stopping

except extinction,

when,

like Don Quixote,

all is unravelled,

forgotten,

and hidden again

in the vapid dissolution

of time.

 

28-4-2010