no such thing
as culmination,
for there aren't any limits
to those things
which stay hidden.
All of the options,
all of the spurs
and passions that we weigh
are measly little bulwarks
against the pure flood
of confusion.
true, then—
there really is
no extent
to what is possible;
there are just a few
prerequisites.
Firstly, that the beautiful
must stay shackled
to the temporary;
and second,
that an absence, the instant
it is felt
must then remain
unbearably
present
for the duration.
