Comet be
Yet becoming
All along
Turns the
Thrust repaired
Without even
A thought
An intellect
Can only
Be that
Which it
Must be
Himself great
Room outside
Ourselves
Detachment
Tiny tree by
The side of the
Road sprouted
Where it
Was planted
There can only
Be derided
Thrust aside
Corroded gravel
Strewn decided
Must go on
True sight and
Knowing must
Be that which
It must
Be.
