Similes, metaphors, homonyms,
various other poetic devices resonating
with two, three simultaneous meanings
the more intricately nuanced the merrier,
expressing the ambiguity not only of words
but of life itself and pointing to, paradoxically,
the ultimate Oneness of Truth.
If a poem’s every
word were to wear
a thousand shades of meaning, the poet would then
only be approaching a sufficient description,
depiction of the whole cloth Truth
only be approaching a sufficient description,
depiction of the whole cloth Truth
(which readers, by the way, could only grasp
through the seine of their own private translations),
that unimaginable poem ending up
an enigmatic everything and nothing,
having achieved the verisimilitude of Truth.
O child of God, lament not your fated obsession –
trying to squeeze blood from stone.
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