eye
Orbit in fur
In a changed time, to resee
Why has not man a microscopic eye?
But you don’t want to look up the next line from the Essay on Man.
In his garden, Marvell reads “Samson Agonistes”
That inward eye / Which is the bliss of solitude
Grau, teurer Freund, ist alle Theorie
Nevertheless, the kernel of light
Let the lamp affix its beam
Domed orb
