Thing that he could do:
See what he could see.
You’re all tied to stakes,
As he might have been,
If fact’s in the tale.
You’re all tied to stakes
That are who you are
And what you can be,
That are flesh and pulse.
In fact, it’s not clear
That you aren’t the stake
And we’re rope and knot,
And it’s the beast caught,
Poor beast, like a pet
Lashed to us and you
And that one stake’s view.
It’s not clear at all
How a thought should work
Or what’s what with you.
Your views have a point
That ends in a stake
With a rope of names
And a knot of rules,
And all of it’s you.
