A CAPACITY TO JUDGE
Where camels drink in a desert mirage
the oasis of all things dwells. I am as if
horse-kicked in the head - dizzy with
something I cannot see. Eidolon. A
phantom apparition, an ideal original,
a something of shape the shape of which
I cannot see. Leave me wheeling in this
lurch? Vortex? Vacuum? I can see
nothing and, if I am left alone, or to
be left alone, I myself will surely perish,
though that all may be to the good,
though that all may be to the good.
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