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