love poem 471

what
impossibility
of any life * together ?
recurrent suffering
always and never
disproved . . .
this
choice
will * fan out
a thousand feathers
by coloured eyes containing
(yours) the wild distances
of our loss . . . *
not
« made » to be :
but what false fabrication
do we bring to bear upon such
un- * tamed teleologies ? they spread
out in fields of perspectival * light
dividing us forever in the non
-mirrors of our own
eyes