Stay
The sensualist cries out, “Stay a bit, my tongue has not concluded its encounter; wait a moment for my smile to widen.” If the sensualist could, he would stretch time like a length of elastic….. But experience is not simply a river you can’t step into twice (Heraclitus): it is composed of unrebreathable sighs; it is a lemon that comes sliced; it is a fall of light upon a dusty table….Though they are deeply meant, wishes–“wait”–“stay”–“cohere” cannot change fate. …even the glacier, as slow as it goes, goes.
–Not About The Money by William H. Gass
Enjoy!
Oh, those harmonies!
