we move from vision to the plainest sight
our minds are tightened round the central pole
and all we do is move from soul to soul
this is the bird that fell down in midflight
when pain extinguished the last living coal
we move from vision to the plainest sight
the pawn promotes to queen never to knight
we never reach what we think is the goal
ground between what is part and what is whole
we move from vision to the plainest sight
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