(my first favorite twentieth-century poet)
There are no more courses to roll the universe into a neat Eliot ball to say ‘This one thing is It’, will work forever infallibly and permanently for one and all.
There is only now a rumor of some prospectus in light, a seminar somewhere that reconnects the missing and broken parts into one great whole.
Meantime, there is an ocean with night falling and dark tides of certainty a-comin’ in.