the dweller

sifting through dawn with mouthfuls of morning mist…“poetically, man dwells”
and so it goes…the search to pin down the fluid horizon

here’s the genesis of that reference, before Heidegger came along to dissect
its core:

“It is the measure of man.
Full of merit, yet poetically, man
Dwells on this earth. But no purer
Is the shade of the starry night,
If I might put it so, than
Man, who’s called an image of the godhead
Is there a measure on earth? There is
None”
-Hölderln