In these times Each being, Without wanting, Is like Klein's bottle: a Trick of drawing Whose outside is Its inside And its inside out, A bottle Which contains Itself:
To reach "out" Is to be deflected - as By a field - As in the universe Itself, all Light returning to Its source
Sole selves, like Like poles Repel - Thought too Returns to where It springs:
This "i", Dropped in a pool, Will start no swell - no Ripple spreads To mar The mirrored calm Of things I rage, I feel my love Trapped In a world Of stillness
