The Brown Book

Obviously the analogy touches like a breeze,
sticks like a phantom while watching the moon
smiling. Imagine the other hand chopped off,

shivering on top of the sea, holding his pink-
painted pinkie finger according to the scheme.
Hence, the finite and infinite game cannot be

distinguished among pretty broken flowers
20 small beads and slabs piled in their heaps.
Analogously, the children of a certain tribe

learn the decimal system by counting beads.
In this life, as your world in its indefinite number
of instances comes crashing down, as death

in the incomplete language of grown-ups, begins
to drag open its door, only I really see what
I really mean by Obviously, the analogy touches

like a breeze.