dfc 12-13: sestina

spirit's lulled by forces tidal;
mind spans gulfs, idea to idea.
finding empty parsecs ideal
for shedding the need for idols.
motionless, in no way idle;
inner-space pristine and idyll.

muse dictates to one her idyll
(though her voice ebbs and flows; tidal),
leaving one no time to idle;
one must cultivate her idea.
creation's source needs no idols;
forsake names, seek out the ideal.

one cannot achieve the ideal,
we live not in the world idyll;
blinded by the concrete idols
meant to stand for concepts tidal.
matter is merely mind's idea;
empty space is never idle.

mind in motion, body idle;
seeking a life close to the ideal,
to connect one's deed and idea.
knowing one's life is not idyll;
man's societies are tidal,
cast adrift among the idols.

one must cast down all one's idols
for they make one sloth and idle.
the inert cedes to the tidal;
the world: shadows of the ideal.
our life in it mocks the idyll;
simple is the profound idea.

simple is the profound idea,
cast adrift among the idols.
we live not in a world idyll,
leaving one no time to idle.
forsake names, seek out the ideal;
be, much like this stanza, tidal.

for the idyll, dwell in idea.
life is tidal, lose your idols.
to be idle is not ideal.