Enough

Independence, breach irreparable,
vision, crushing conceit, uncovers facts,
but can not worm its way beneath just that,
how could a fact come to be and be "that"?

as modesty imposes itself, thought's
but the cloak that a floating mote of dust
affects to cover its own nudity
for we are somethings, yet naked nothings

the earth turns, morning glows from …