This is the original text from my latest poetry project, The Ethics. This poem is handwritten over a text of Spinoza's Ethics. This original is meant to be approached as an object, like a picture or a drawing, and owes a major debt to Tony Woollard's work. The poem itself is something separate, though inextricably linked to the process that created the object. The final poem may differ somewhat from what is written in the object, though I don't know for sure. It is only fair to expect it to take on a life of its own separate of the original text. As it currently stands, you can see that the poem actually follows the text from the object quite closely.