I know you in my splintered bones-
they burn, they split, they ache.
I have seen you in the mirrored sky,
everywhere near and always distant
(so everywhere mediated as to be
immediate in all things, so everywhere
immediate as to be in all things mediated).
The fathers have not understood
their sons, and the sons have not
loved their fathers. But I am
my father's son.
All things weary, all things die,
all things tend toward dissolution.
When he gathers to himself his spirit
all flesh dies together. But I am
my father's son.
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