Step off assuredly into the blank of your mind. Something will come to you.
Teach me, like you, to drink creation whole/ And casting out myself, become a soul.
What's lightly hid is deepest understood.
Odd that a thing is most itself when likened
That's the main business of the poem!-to see if you can't make up a language that sets all your selves talking at once-all of them being fair to each other.
What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.