The nose of a spiritual dog
Sniffing out knotty insights
Going way out on the ice
Of logic and then swimming off
Into the light that must be there
A dog toward a swan shot down
What true hunter doesn't have a dog
Or a trained guide to follow
Or else the wilderness will eat us
Choose a path his dog said
And follow it to the capture
Of the living idea of a deer
You fight with and let win
To expiate one's sins
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