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9. THE VISION

I look out at you, but it is not you I see:

my old father in another’s clothes.

As if he cannot take a step,

even as they chase him, chase him.

O God, I think, o my God,

maybe I am soon to die—

and so I feel pity all around?

For the beasts, because they are beasts,

and water, because it flows,

and the wicked man, because of his misfortune,

and myself, because I have gone out of my mind.