Those Not Imagined Are Carefully Observed

Deer stones, griffins, flying stags:
We never quite caught the soul
We so wanted to become,

The pure representation
Of the symbol as symbol,
Too impossible for us.

Like the so-called face of God,
Like the so-called nameless one,
The symbol cannot be seen

In a representation
Of itself, being wholly
The power of representing

Something else, as nothing is
Literally represented,
Everything is imagined.