You, my canine friend, are lonely, because ...
With our words and shaking of fingers we are always
Making the world too strange, and making it ours, -
Perhaps the blindest and most perilous portion of it.
Who of us can use his shaking finger to indicate a smell? ...
And yet there are many forces that menace us
Which you can sense fully ... you are aware of ghosts
And you shrink in terror from spells.
But see, it can be said we endure together
The knowing in part, the fragmentation, as if it were the whole.
It would be so difficult to help you. Above all, never let me
Take root in your heart. I would run rampant so quickly.
Still, I will lead my Masterís hand and say to Him:
Here! Here is Esau, in his hairy coat.
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