. . . a second muse to guide him to enchantment and
beyond. She taught him how to read the patterns in a
rippled pond, as at the moment of creation and every
moment on.

Under her spell he learned to dwell in rhythm and in rhyme,
and to assess each pregnant stress in the silences of time.

Induction became a recurring concern: how we can know
the future, how we can ever learn. And how we can
escape the imaginings of fate. What we know and what to
sow, what we can assume. And every mode of exit from a
cloistered room - the tragic vision of the world and
certainty of doom.

And the climate and the soil that Eden needs to bloom.

These obsessions formed processions of symbols in the
mind. Abstractions of subtractions detailed and refined.

An answer to a dancer choreographed to a will resigned,
but seeking a solution in symbols of another kind.

Something he could not be sure that he would ever
find.