We speak of Heaven who have not yet accomplished
Even this, the holiness of things
Precisely as they are, and never will!
Before death was I saw the shining wind.
To disappear, today’s as good a time as any.
To surrender at last
To the vast current-
And look, even now there’s still time.
Time for the glacial, cloud-paced
soundless music to unfold once more.
Time, inexhaustible wound, for
your unwitnessed and destitute coronation.
-Franz Wright
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