NIX BEING

everything that exists
presumably
even Most Bottomless

Eternity had its beginning
& must have its end

the limits of which must surely seem
enclosing if seen from within

(themselves seeming enclosed
considered from without)

... you come upon the tranquil scene
& FOR NO REASON AT ALL

a man strikes a woman
... you comment: "O what an evil man!"

--Space so illimitable's but an inch
no deeper in its breadth
than some god's spitting pinch

... you come upon the tranquil scene
& FOR NO REASON AT ALL
a woman's husband knifes some man
... you comment: "O what an evil man!"

All which must surely seem small
to our eyes so great

and infinitely satiates
a sufficient man

... you come upon the tranquil scene
& FOR NO REASON AT ALL
a man's brother strangles a woman's husband

... you comment: "O what an evil man!"

--Such is the Beauty of All that exists
that Truth wrapped-up in thumped-up Myth

within our empty heads hath Wings enough
to Think unendingly down th'recurring Spring

... you come upon the tranquil scene
& FOR NO REASON AT ALL

a woman pushes a man's brother in front
of a passing bus... you comment:
"O what an evil woman!"

Or, "Give me enough life," you assert
superficially while watching
Th'River momentarily run out its Course

"And I will make no mistake, know no defeat
or obstacle...              

    ... Grant me but Time enough
to smile away the underbody wrinkles
rippling The Eternal Calm

& make all my consummate Amends--"

& enough life (with, O) Time too much
comes down the street, ordinarily:

its umbrella neatly folded (& its dustless derby)

& its dainty countenance of warm pinks & browns

& mandarins & a wrinkle-less, starched, pressed suit

... airy blouse, sweeping dress, a gardenia-like
fragrance--And those pants which are creased to a
knife--                            

& th'delicate           

           ... complexion hid

from the furious Sun, fruity breath

shy eyelids &                   

          --in other words

... you turn a corner & FOR NO REASON AT ALL

all your comments are meaningless, all
your certainties fall through the holes

far short: Enough time (with, O) Life too much
passes us by as we pass it up-

on The Otherwise emptiest of streets &

we don't have even The Least courtesy to
give it A Second Look, dirty or otherwise,

thinking it wise (for being late
for Our Appointment with

The Grave patient enough).