We only catch what we hold;
The rest slithers through, is lost,
Yet carries some particles of us
Along that turbulent stream.
Exult in your raptures,
Divine or mundane! asphalt
Covers the tracks "univent,"
Meaning all things all time.
Yet, still, some of those particles
Escape our normal limits of influence,
To the end of matter (bang or ennui)
We linger as part of the quantum refrain;
Thus gain repentance for maxima culpae -
Our own, and others' with us on the way.
Just so, the big raft is twisted, bound;
Many existences, each a strong cord.
