The Soul Establishes Itself. But How Far

Much That Is Beautiful Must Be Discarded So That We May Resemble A Taller Impression Of Ourselves.

The First Year Was Like Icing. Then The Cake Started To Show Through.

We Might Realize That The Present Moment May Be One Of An Eternal Or Sempiternal Series Of Moments, All Of Which Will Resemble It Because, In Some Ways, They Are The Present, And Won't In Other Ways, Because The Present Will Be The Past By That Time.

The Poem Is Sad Because It Wants To Be Yours, And Cannot Be.

Until Only Infinity Remained Of Beauty