our deepest being is that which observes:
which watches, far beyond all forms of thought,
as hand and tool and all the senses serve
to find and make new things; or shine at sport;
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Fine brushwork, nimble hands. you have a habit of sneaking 'that being' through but you do it in the most open, accessible way. This reminds me of one you posted the other day...
Very Good metaphyical poem.Thank you Michael.