Sascha Engel: Re-enchanting the World
Fragment for Pyrrhon I But souls are small birds, first, A hymn by means of song Stirs feathers and leaves Things in the form of riddles. No more through words imposed Dissolves words and things Remains are dust and sunny rays And undergrowth for nests No further tangled words II Accept you won’t control the winds Nor waves pummelling the shore Accept that riddles will remain That greed for causes is the same As greed for riches. Re-enchant The world. For rationality Accepts
