This is my third reading. I wanted to let the poem get to my nerves. Make me forgetful of my being. For I do believe in that--the state of fugue. And the reasons for this entrancement in my being/ "Why do I crave for inaction?" Why do I see legends and myths in the most meaningful actions of humans?

Maybe this poem sums it. The sum of all things.

"The One knows,

but, separated,

we do not."



Rahul S

LLM, NLP, Statistics, MLOps | Senior AI Consultant | IIT Roorkee | Connect: [https://www.linkedin.com/in/rahultheogre/]