Ultimately, Ultimately

What does it have to look like,
this vague this that we are all
chasing, the abstraction interaction
that results in a thing that things around
like a god? Deified reality feels 
so good that without it after
you've been with it
it might kill you
the wish and the want 
the expectation.
Mania mushrooms in the
constant sense of sweet sweetness
that cannot sustain 
sans crash. 
And yet,
there is not desire
like the untired fire
that travels as fast as it can
to as fast as it can.
That is one of the themes
of this work: how to tame
and name and re-game
tilting toward tilting. 
A poet cannot shirk
the repetitive element
in this work. Work
may be, at its molecular level,
the repeat repeating of a reseated
reseating. Help the people 
get to their slice of red velvet 
in the theater. Job described. 
What kind of material
mental transcription
is this framed consciousness?
Who has a wall long enough
to let this tract spread out
and down and down and down?
Hopefully only one person
so that the original is the only
original. Permanence will not 
defeat its impish alternative.
And it cannot be imagined
without disappearances. 
Let the disappearances 
have it. They want it more
and will always eventually
get the nothing they want.