When the sky clears enough for good visibility, the direction of all the roads is apparent, but which is to be taken is still in doubt, not because of any obscurity but solely because of ambiguity.
Augustine of Hippo, De dialectica 8.14
The snow that either obscures or defines the road goes
the light in silence, the silence in light.
he cannot swim in absence as if it was
his sins if not his bruises. He wants to inhabit
who may be his father. His last step is the hearth
other. It is not enough, nothing is
the light on the meniscus of the swimming hole
like his father’s right fist.
Mid 1996, Customs Street West, Auckland
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