And then, when all is said and done
The tulips wilting on the tableIncandescent, 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
Delightful! Wonderful flowing and snippet from the Rubaiyat hits perfectly at the close. Thank you for sharing.