He cannot close his eyes to
shield the world from his
influence because he is all
eyes, innocent and damned.
Nothing is ever natural to
him for “sa presence apelle
le monde dans la question,”
and he must be present.
The path in front of him
and the path behind, were
not until he was, and then
nothing could change its way.
Even his slight hair dances
as it sight caresses it, and:
“Der weg kommt in Bestehan,
nur wenn wir es baobachten.”