And then, when all is said and done

The tulips wilting on the table

Incandescent, a setting sun

Dissolving  edges,

a sugar cube melting into memory of sweetness

And falling, fading, failing, I was found,

Finding that we founder all

and drowning, wave like starfish in the tidal race

formless ganglia where giant currents

Snap, and pulse – crackle-pop – an electric storm

Crescendo, sforzando love crashing

Through us to break upon this world’s shore

To limn the beach and leave our canvass pristine on which

The finger moves, and having writ moves on

Leaving

This heart all evil shed away

A pulse in the eternal mind. No less.