romantic and square is hip and aware

Ah. That. That’s what I was so disturbed about this morning: my desire has come back, and I want you again. I was doing so fine, I was above it all. The boys and girls were beautiful and I was an old man, loving everyone. And now I want you again, I want your absolute attention, your underwear rolled down in a hurry still hanging on one foot, and nothing on my mind but to be inside the only place that has no inside, and no outside.

You have been evoked so often like some relative in office whom we have heard of by name all these years but have never met

you inhabit a kind of fame a void without time or senses beyond anything said of you so that doubtless you do not hear the recurring inadequate references to you which rise from another age rehearsing wrong images or none at all

and whenever you may arrive at last for a visit you come in pure innocence and too late to be recognized once you are here sudden drop in the dials in the light or the affections windfall or surprise legacy

but once you come you do not go

how can we ever address you in your unlikelihood boundless indifference abroad in your uncharted self to which only random syllables find the way and to what words can we entrust our groundless hope saying there there to them how unlikely you sound

already as though this might be the mission you were conceived for it could be what you always meant

and the hope itself when we turn at the last minute to put it into words what is there to say that even seems possible                                        may it go on just as it is may that day never come may it be

spring in the morning together and without end                          how unlikely it sounds when we come to say it

it does not help much to recall how unlikely it is that we turned up here with the beginning strewn around us of which we know nothing hear nothing remember only the moment before us which we believe as it happens when it appears to be likely

oh be unlikely forever