Covenant

Hand Reaching

Amassing observations like a spy
with all the world around me for my field,
I feed my open ear and searching eye
with life’s incessant action: make it yield
to me varieties that I can sing,
and give to me idea’s velocity…
(as long as I remember this one thing
and hold it like a covenant with me –
The more I interact, the less is true
of what I’m here explicitly to view.)

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