“Suppose It To Be”
Suppose it to be or not to be the end; so, too,
There may or may not be a beginning. If so,
Too, there is yet another in that hue
And shades of everything in between the two.
Suppose these to be the same but from another view
Of what and whom all things take shape; the new
And boastful old, it’s true, but recreated in the nuance
Either of the seers each or what is seen in flocks. True
Enough, the hour arrives for consternation in Déscartes
To overcome volitions of the vocative
To overwhelm his definition of the infinitive
And halt all processes long enough for the definitive
To take seat there between the sciences and arts
And remnants of antiquities blessed within the interrogative.