What is this ever? This notion of forevermore, where people disappear in massive explosions or even die smaller, quieter deaths?
Where ever is the next condition, consisting of rocks and air,
Who wants this granite future that is a specious destiny, a place of endless repose? This fathomless, bottomless ever, I do not wish to know.
Instead, I touch your cool face and draw you close Now to feel your breath and quibble over sundries with your ear, hear tiny talk about life's wear and tear and work pressures so strangely we hold dear... How now, when crazy-men abound, fear brings us near, we summon courage from wherever it can be found. And we comfort each other against the insanity of always, the tyranny of almost was.
That is all the ever -- that I ever want. |