Content in the Unbroken Continuum.
Content in the Unbroken Continuum
We ran foolhardy against this hasty beginning.
Beginnings are always hasty; they presuppose
too much: then, and then, and then. What?
Life is content to be a story; only when maneuvered
beyond the frame does the moment become
painful. Like here, in this beginning, we want
more. We want character and context. We're not
content to say, you are Walt Whitman a third
remove from native hill, and I am Edith reading
a rose like a letter. Soon, a dish will break;
a page will turn. I don't suppose to punctuate
the vestige people call Chapter Three. Hardly.
It is a vastitude. But in context, they are most
right, and so win the point:
You may or may not remember this desire
to be more than a life.
I may or may not remember this story's try
to betray its book--
And so unleash. And so distend. And so enfold.