It is enough to see and not to wish.
Because the wish is still there –
It will always be there,
Like the numbers that are nowhere
And yet so easily grasped –
Desire is there giving
Birth to each minute.
And though in the lucky glance
Your watch may offer coincidence cubed,
Want is in them all,
And the wish never stops.
If We are Doomed
If we are doomed
(doomed,
yes, doomed)
if the gaps are closing,
the water rising;
if even in our best minds
we are beaten
before we start,
I, for one, am glad
and will spend my life
taking in what pleases
and spitting out bliss
until I’ve massed a raft
of worthless pearls
to float me into my own
private oblivion.
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