Those days we felt as though we were in the second
month of pregnancy and pain was a constant variant
like the hypotenuce between a thought and an emotion
a spiteful smile and a heavenly laughter one displays
and since we were too old to learn new tricks we kept
the old whipping of the wind that whined away from
our dreams, truly an unimportant development.
And we were owners of ancient treasures, years of studies
in the darkness of the night, almost intended misery, inherited
catastrophe, when finally we learned the meaning of the word
apocalypse though the famous St. John was absent and it was
all in good order.