the best of all possible worlds, and the worst

the best of all possible worlds, and the worst

the one because of the other

.

what do we learn?

.

the beauty of the other’s eye

can you look at both at once?

only if you soften

.

the moon was like sunshine

my father said

and they will never forgive you

no matter

everybody knows

this is all … disagreement

and all else is empty

what’s done is done

and what’s true is true

The two angels, regardless of their previous fall, are quite confused and shed bitter tears over having been imprisoned in frames that are not only mortal but even sexually differentiated (in divisis formis; dissimiles forma)

Is that all it is, you say from the other room, recalling Peggy Lee, sort of

Your advice emanates from a warm mirror

It is hard to be loved

.

Stasis

is civil war

for the uninitiated

there are drugs for the future

against the future

to set fire to the past

but there is no drug

that will change the present

doesn’t everyone get tired

thinking the true thing

.

we are not modern

and it is not mad to be mad

whatever you can live with

whoever can live with you

for whom is your life good news?