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.