Plato:
There is the sea of the one,
and the sea of the many.
There is the sea of sameness,
and the sea of difference,
the sea of the whole,
and the sea of the divided;
but I have lived in the desert,
and the sand burns my tears.
I
hear the waves of a distant ocean,
the waves that crash to the wasting shore.
I know the cries of men,
and of women, and the children born;
the murder of mentors,
and the eternal forms.
So,
leave me now, I die alone.
Love and strife, have made amends.
Muse:
Yet, you never saw
the one
in one embrace...
