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 –
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.