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 no boundaries for its rule
Claims precedence beyond repair
About the Author: Sascha Engel is the founder of Strukturriss, an Ireland-based journal focusing on anarchic dissolutions of text. Sascha's book "21 Computations" is out from Beir Bua Press, and another one is forthcoming from Ardent Press. Twitter: @ThinkContinuum
