from afar i survey
the horizon of your heart

there is a vast ocean
holding a single pearl
how it turns and turns in turns

from nearby i listen
and do things and try to sit still

in a hospital waiting room
in a foreign country where
i had hoped to hold your hand

but inside i succumb
to your polishing of tears

//

Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

supposing (themselves)
to be looked down upon
by those (who would not)

and to be serviced (opheleisthai)
by the ones together-being

// 232δ

ἡγούμενοι ὑπ᾽ ἐκείνων μὲν ὑπερορᾶσθαι

ὑπὸ τῶν συνόντων δὲ ὠφελεῖσθαι