What the mystic
poet implies
is true:
everything's
connected.
Only—
nobody knows how
or why,
and not in a way
that would
gratify you.
*
As the sun shifts downward,
the little light
that's left
is the light
that's most precious.
Is that what is meant
by clarity?
Seeing
that we're not seeing
(only after we've lost it)
that fleeting bit
we're left with?
*
is only
the release of built-up tension,
then once in a while,
I'm not too afraid
to die.
