lamentation & response

[joel]

<center>part one (lamentation)</center>
My lamentation over sunsets tamed
is nothing altogether sad, but mourns
that miracles of natural philos-
ophy domesticate the sunset wild
with cycles science holds enslaved— how poor,
when worlds of either-or leave wonders checked
by knowledge all dependable. O Sun
so far from alien control, how spun
upon yourself by quick synapses decked
in thoughts electric you are known. I more
than celebrate maturity; but Child,
recall imagination. Poor, the loss
of mystery; infinity adorns
a moment’s life by love creative framed.

<center>part two (response)</center>
The universe I know is not where love
makes sense—precisely not, because I know
true cosmic rules too well. My love deserves
more mystery of truth than mastery
of truths; my love reserves some marvel for
its joy that joy might marvelous find love.
I will to love you not where I believe
in rules to come, where morrow will relieve
today, where sure all futures fixed will move
apart from miracles. My love is for
a miracle— where possibility
of love beyond experience preserves
for love no definition apropos
of knowledge chaste, where awe makes sense of love.

[mnaz]

.... the loss of wonder, or mystery.... Reminds me of time spent in the desert... I don't want to know too much about my place of "boundless"...

"My love deserves more mystery of truth than mastery of truths"....

exactly....