1. What good is a brilliant question,
If it could not be answered now?
Of what use is an inchoate answer,
That begs the essential question?
It is the cat catching its tail, a snake
Swallowing itself, it is the circle
That will not break, a spinning gyre
Spitting back unanswered riddles.
Is not time past after all the now
We worry for an answer? Is it time
To be anxious for, when tomorrow
Has not gone past the hurdle Now?
A condemnation by circuit pulses,
Is always an unanswered curse.
2. That is precisely the imprecision
That presides over the fate of man
Who must answer for a finitude
He did not want nor grovelled for.
Why must time past be time future,
When there is no now save a passing
Passion for all that looks beautiful
For just a little while, a vanishing
Vision—a grand mansion of thought,
A perishing still point, a broken
Promise of eternity he cannot know,
Nor understand for its briefness?
He will ask all the bright questions,
But they cannot be answered now.