...a dark forbidding place;
  yet the door
    to much beyond -
 
 

  beyond the reach
    of thine enervate soul.
  But, he who cannot
  seek the truth
  must surely have it thrust
    upon him.
 

     This page is predominantly white, with a large, window-like opening in the center.  A black-robed figure protrudes from the lower right of the window.  Its face cannot be seen, but a glimpse of red is visible at the front of its hood.  Inside the window is a dreary, watercolor landscape. The sky is pink and, though it is textured, no actual clouds can be seen. The sky, like the figure, protrudes slightly from the window to  blue, cursive script.  The poem does not impose itself on the window.  Rather the previous lines were at the top of the page and the remainder continues at the bottom, beneath the window.
     The red voice responds to the blue with the next two lines.  These say that such is beyond the reach of blue script.  The blue script answers with the last four lines.  These lines state that Truth is unavoidable and must sooner or later be confronted by all, not just those who deem themselves worthy or unworthy of the privilege.

  
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