If you're lucky,
you'll live to see
even this explanation
begin to embarrass
the frail beauty
of your questions.
Each minute
wasted
in straight explication
is a rivet in the instrument
built to strip-mine
your delight.
In dreams, you have witnessed
how relinquishing
their purpose
can cause the disparate edges
of far-flung
images to adhere;
shall assume the privileged
place of understanding
only when
you start to hear
the fine, consistent song
of your own words
possessing—then replacing
all of theirs.
