The philosopher starts with a fluid, moving force and tries to seize it formally.
The poet starts with a stable form and arranges images to indicate the forces it directs.

We think of perception
as our interaction with light.

We feel our actions
as an apperception of weight.

What happens to your soul when you die?
God takes care of it.

The birth of the body.
The origin of the world.
The suffering of the soul.
The progress of history.
The death of the body.

Art is entirely about precision.
It cuts at the joints of experience.
Or it tries to.
We ignore it at our peril.