On the course through channels, towards beauty and truth…
one may not quite catch, what is in the tendency to see.
Accessible to the earth, folded have our eyes become.
The earth and its endless cloaks, are not one in the equal shadow.
So cannot we untruth ourselves, for too enduring a stretch.
For vaporous become most pursuits
and in the resemblance of that which we chase…
so shall we considerably become.
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