Identity: we, each of us claims it, appoints
it in each thing we see, to grant it fixity;
a babe in arms needs no schooling, eyes fixed
on things, to know them pre-linguistically.
Identification is two-way traffic;
in order to know things, things must assume
the form of knowledge, and thus work the magic,
make us right in perception to presume.
Existence is an expression of knowledge
in all the things creatures identify,
whereby our knowledge of things is but knowledge
repeated, providence to simplify.
From the babe in arms to the adult person,
from the learnt names we identify things by,
gaining glimpses in the endless extension
of knowledge, whose foundation is infinity.