THE CALM SOLILOQUY BY THE OCEAN

Like a temple in our eyes
infinite in a tendential sense
in a most intimate attitude.

Shadows, it might be other that they seem,
they bind it geometrically.

I am closer to a secret
that doesn’t reach my conscience
it explores different degrees of fear.
The delicate tact of the cornea, the eyelashes.

Within this limitless or at least vast container
I cannot hope for interludes,
the light of reason reveals the great resemblance,
how else can truth be ascertained from illusion?

Likeness follows likeness
leading from sightless imagination to the real of the real
I remain silent; Heidegger couldn’t have fathomed
a blueness that only bees understand.