Every time a thought is born
    I am born
    When the thought is gone
    I am gone -
    No permanent entity in me
    But my thought.

    What I look for
    Does not exists:
    The beatific vision
    Of my radical transformation
    Is the bewitching state
    Of my conjured phrases.

    My natural state
    Is to escape
    The enchanted ground
    Of illusory senses
    And silently express
    My own true humanity.

Emily Dickinson's axiom
Emily Dickinson's Axiom...