One infinite draft seeks to clarify itself as it goes
weakening weak walls and dropping name calls
in search of perfection not by totality, but eventuality
A destination that cares not in the least for the journey
so long as it was taken and taken and taken again
for the purpose will be in the end, a holism held out
With two tired hands, unlifted, more shoved into seeing
as every word curdles on relation, every sentence sours
given air and a long-winded watch -- stall, then, for review
Viewfinders can look and be written of, with no expectation
for discovery -- infinite ultimatums create states of threat
without the sword falling, after being sharpened out of existence