In Vienna Circles
an osprey soars over the lake,
turning and twisting in the winds,
rising and resting on the thermals
with wings silent in their graceful tilt and tip
well above other birds below whistling away
as the chill of morning dew succumbs
to an overdue and welcome southern flow
warming our winter bones,
thawing the thick ice of hard, cold realities
we have weathered winterlong, closemouthed
like the philosophy we have unwittingly embraced,
hovering overhead, in vienna circles,
unstated, unspoken, understood
and passing over in silence
" Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darüber muß man schweigen".
" What we cannot speak of we must pass over in silence. "
from Ludwig Wittgenstein's Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus
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