In the end,
It was backwards all along.
Start where paths have led;
Start where conclusion lives,
The firm and foregone FIN.
Work towards questions, seed of Unknown;
Work towards the point before the stage,
Before – that, too.
Leave the firm.
On the waters, the rocking waves,
Be a net, cast
In a lake’s outwards expanse
Where silver fish
Swim freely
Through
The
Gaps.
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