Deep within what is common
there hides a radical,
unfathomed equality
of all within all—
strangely assuming
aqua-like rings
and resonances,
so easily mistaken
for some great dissolvent,
the nearer one draws
to aequus,
that ancient root
of all that is fair
and even.
For could there ever exist
a perfect divine scale
upon which two different things
might nonetheless balance wholly,
their shared measure too
remaining absolute—
even though to many
such utter balance,
equality, fairness,
and justice
appear almost
like death itself?
And yet does not such égalité
so often pass unnoticed
beneath stern
and exacting laws—
even where this concerns identity,
the deepest law of all?
Elsewhere souls despair
that nothing which has been
or still is
refuses disappearance
within the losses
of others and themselves.
Thus so many insensible lovers,
blindly seeking
yet denying
that very presence
they obscurely crave,
before their arms and legs,
devenus bien trop légers
—and thereby more divine—
succumb once more
to earthly heaviness,
where gravity
rules them all.
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