The first observer—against Socratic
reason—destroys herself, eyes first.
The second observer—against the seen
—makes mind manifestly given.
The first observer—with immediate
logic—observes the plane of non-bending.
The second observer, observes some thing
asymmetrically built and torn.
The first observer—codified by chance—
trusts the wave and the fundamental spring.
The second observer—in becoming—
becomes further, abstract, painted.
Her sense of filth
below the line—
we share what shares
rearmost to mind—
in a nearing
out of undone
Da-sein: dumb luck—
in the desert.