First of all,
they always talk
about devotion
as if it made a
difference—
as if
the distance
between persons
were just the same
as the distance
between objects—
and could thusly
be bridged
by some mass
exegesis,
and then sumptuous
arrangement
of bland
counterfactuals.
*
Next, they conflate
hopelessness
with the state
of immortality—
insisting
that sometimes we don't
have a choice
but to stand, for all
intents and
purposes, permanently
aghast
at the prodigious depths
of our own
shallowness.
*
And last, but not
least,
they all rhapsodize
desire
as if this were
desirable—as if it
weren't
fulfillment's
opposite.
