It’s funny, but I had no sense of living without aim
The day before you came

Benny Andersson & Björn Ulvaeus


a nebulous possibility

a fruit of Tantalus

tantalizing nearby

unreachable, intangible


an all changing nexus

a pirouetting pivot

swirling just

over the horizon


threatening to breakthrough

to seep under the walls

of my Hermitian cave

mores external and now strange


on a flip

all might change

beyond recognition

now, around now


Yes, it seems.


a scandal, a shame

long interred

in the mortuary of time

brings once more blushes


an inexplicable

a theorem obtuse

might cloudburst though

and there is…


Nothing I can do