Fundamental Principles

I'd write about a girl
If I weren't so tired of it
This moon is suitable for the job
Throwing silver in a clear sky
Perhaps too poetic for poetry
But the universe is vast and I'm sober
And so much for victory in art-

I remember the broken moments far better
And certainly more often
Too bitterly
And whatever I am now
It isn't tame
Nor is it the sleeping child
Alone and uncorrupted in his dreaming
Simple and nameless
Like the seasons
Beneath their gaudy quilts of meaning-