Saturday, September 19, 2026

ITE MISSA EST

A life isn’t finished
at the moment 
when it ends,

but when 
nothing more
can be added to it,

and nothing less
subtracted—
in other words, when

certainty is sentiment,
and clairvoyance
is distant past.

That’s a nice way 
of saying
that acquiescence

is preferable to out-
and-out dismissal.
From then on, perhaps

all beings go in peace
to love and serve
an afterthought:

a man and a woman
and a blackbird, 
for instance, are 

dust—or
are finishing 
one another’s sentences 

in heaven 
while the studio 
audience laughs.