Dim and numbly sweetening
her coffee
this morning
the way I've been
doing since—I can't even remember
I suddenly realize
that each
and every little
faceted crystal
of humble
table sugar
has something
to teach me
about forever;
that it's—precisely
and entirely
there!
in the blankwhite arduousness
of simplicity,
in that relentless
and brutally strict
repetition—of details
made of
details
made of
details—
that infinity—composedly and statically
exists
having always
and already
finished the whole of its
beautifully rich
and regular work.
