Olinda by Adam Roberts

To dig, they said, you had to get rid of the personal.

Before that, it was the general, the received, the handed down, the holy.

Before that, you had to bring back the personal, only differently, from its residence in the texture of pattern and flow of objects.

Before that, you had to be living.

You had to find that.

Before that, you had to find your way into the future, change things from there, by seeing differently. Already, this was changing.

Before that form was a broken wing, all metaphor. It needed no repair.

Before that we lived in the ocean.

And before that was the stars.

Before anything started thinking.

I can't see that far.