we, smudgingly and often grudgingly,
disappear amongst the disappearing
into the blank transparence of the disappeared,
so we should never be despairing
of the transient disconnection
which is our being,
but try to revel in the pure vibration
of proper desire properly to be joined
to all that went before,
though shallow hope
just deepens hopelessness,
and we are guilty
precisely because of all innocence.
(a post-Rilkean sonnet)
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