I point to you through a sunset,
dragging its light on the broken caps of crests;
never did three things so resplendent queue;
shall not they never again
I can count forever
for never
The essence lasts
perpetual more
An illusion passes
above head
A foot below
the storm door
"Deliver a smile", said the bonnet of an immortal
replied with a frown did the pith of torture
Now, never, again, before
words without meaning anymore