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.
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