A Second of Fortune

I too
Make a contract with the darkness
For a single moment of
Absolute and complete
Always there in front
Just out of reach
Falling away in the distance
Somehow impossible to attain
That idea of perfection and knowledge
Basking in something close to
Or something resembling love
Disguised as love
Just once
Which isn't too much to ask
Or far too much.
A universal right
To absorb a second of fortune
Of all cylinders firing
Go with Goethe
Or departing unfulfilled
A shame
Pitiful waste
A deal with the devil
Or die trying.

© Poem Fix 2012
Image: Richard Roland Holst

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