Upon Meeting a Girl at a Party

                    he saw himself in the frame, the glare
                    
                    of the reflected light. the way his index
                    
                    finger rubbed his mouth as he thought about
                    
                    what lay before him. of past lights in
                    
                    nightclubs. it could have been worth it. he
                    
                    remembered the dancing lights and bodies and
                    
                    got jealous of what he could have had. but
                    
                    what could he have had? not much at all,
                    
                    he thought. it was nothing, he thought.
                    
                    it was nothing in fact. it was nothing at all.
                    
                    she played his emotions like a string and
                    
                    he didn't make much of it beside the fact
                    
                    that she could.


                    temporary awe is like a note resounding in a

                    millisecond.

                    closed eyes cry out songs to mothers:

                    union between man and woman that

                    is prayerful.

                    all in an eyeball

                    —contained in a footstep—

                    intersection of multi-various voices rather

                    parallel in harmony like chords of strings

                    struck by pianos.

                    glibness of minds washed, overpowered by

                    choral hymns crying out songs to God.