Permanence fails you,
like so many others.
Doubtless this was bound to happen,
but did it have to happen now,
at this moment, when it’s least convenient?
The limits of self prevail
against that once boundless energy
which surged up in a column of fire,
its sights trained on the heavens.
Now everything is moot,
a pointless proposition
which aims at nothing in particular,
save for what is most
within its reach.