Nothing is No-Matter-What

finally hearing a bit of poetry in things again!


Here is what I want to say:

There are many You’s and I’s in love,

with its constant violation

made of We’s.


As hopes are wishes and intentions,

a world of mountains, skies and sea

plus endless weather –

their erosion.


And the work – this all of it – a singing

of narrative hums and harmonies –

la grande bellezza fraught

with its necessary discord.


There are far too many factors

for the truth.  Indeed, a ‘truth’ may be

whatever is that’s all of them –


the beauty, and its imperfecting –


always already begun.

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