Though pain and physical torment thread
A part of his unbending fate,
No anguish of contrasting life and death,
Could dim the singularity of his isolated life.
And when the dissolution into silent death
Resolved at last the paradox of individual life,
That exit was the final shape of mind.
As it was at its beginning.
(And at this final snuff of life,
He fell not sleeping into a final night,
But wide awake into what he was before
A self that knows only itself alone.)
Thus the mind that cannot go beyond the appearance of itself,
And sees the appearance of itself as its real self,
Inhabits a complete world with apparently nothing missing,
Trapped in the colourblind’s monochrome.