I perceive in my shadow
The deceptive power to appear
An object of intelligence.
The background
      That comes with the being
      Is wholly lucid
      Making me unstable,
Burdening me with the message.
I fix my gaze
On the realities
To recognize the contradictions
Involved in appearances.
The alternative foundation
Made of a sensible substance
Is free of movement
And separately existent
Until I learn to shake it
And discover the subject matter.