Not for a moment, for now
Is no moment, is inifinitesimal
Past any series of diminishing
Fractions along an infinite line
Of temporarily temporal certainties.
I am happy for the infinite
Next to zero, the companion
Of the divine and the immortal,
The demon at the ends of the cross,
At the end of every crossroads
Crisis, the sweet delight that is
Not nothing but what nothing
Means when it laughs mischievously
Into its empty sleeve. Nature,
That old joker, mated forever
To that other Joker, is so pleased.
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