After all the redundant striations
of heaven are gathered
together and observed,
whatever feeling
is conserved must be
the imaginary—i.e.
only seen by you
or me. In the universe
of the majority,
this is what's known
as one's
"default position."
*
Throughout the static fullness
of conventional eternity,
now
is so tiny,
peculiar,
reluctant,
intense-
ly exaggerated—
and above all these,
always so insistent
on beginning.
*
The most extraordinary thing
that ever will be
has got to be plain old
symmetry
around an infinitesimal
point of rotation.
It's heartbreaking,
isn't it? How
everything changes
so finely
on the premise
that one thing stays
the same.
