Other than self is only to know the self.
The self in other there the self defines.
To live is to know the intersecting lines
through light and scent the sense of taste distills.
Other than self is only the other self.
Other than trees is only a stand of pines.
In shade and needles’ scent of pines reclines
the feel of cones the cone of vision fills.
Only in other selves is known the self.
Only on other shelves will stand designs
that stir the mind and show in glowing signs
the words that come from the cup that vision spills.
To be is only to live inside the self.
To want to leave, to slow the swift declines.
To thrill to the sense that death of sense refines.
It is lack of other selves in self that kills.
October 28, 1975
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