And of each thing he has seen

he will speak—

the blinding

enumeration of stones,

even to the moment of death—

as if for no other reason

than that he speaks.

Therefore, he says I,

and counts himself

in all that he excludes,

which is nothing,

and because he is nothing

he can speak, which is to say

there is no escape

from the word that is born

in the eye. And whether or not

he would say it,

there is no escape.