and whenever you try to write
something profound,
you never really do,
               because whenever
there's a whenever,
                  you only care to talk,
and the only profound aspect
of such "discourse"
  is attaining the absolutism,
of a silence;
invoking the interpretation,
that even writing such as this,
should not exist,
other than confide in
   the most esteemed aspect
    of its self-serving existence,
as a freedom,
      to be ushered out of
the cognitive church of
   "silence"...
  by some father
       and father-in-law to be...
why don't i have a fetish
           of wishy-washy
       romantics regarding
                florence?
why is italy not on my
                           poker list
of "adventures"
           or amibitious
endeavours needing
        the mortal desperation
to be fulfilled?
    i'll send you a postcard from
hades, simply stating:
see you in a year or two,
           wish it was otherwise;
is it appropriate
    to give the summary: oops?