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 –
ever-ending,
always already begun.
Polysemic Stupor 
“ever-ending,
always already begun.”
So very true. We cannot ever identify a beginning, just a blurred shift.
i like the idea of “blurred shift”! Very nicely put – in my therapy we’ve been looking at various words for body-mind “shifts” and “blurred” sounds just right!
Bellissima! (And I love the use of “blurred,” as well.)