Splendid, beautiful, ironic

A great number of poets take great care to hone their poems to their most succinct form.  They try to put passion in a small space.  Many succeed.

That's ironic because passion and emotion drive us to expand ourselves, to elaborate our actions, especially for a recipient by whom we want to be seen clearly and transparently.

Which is also ironic because when something is clear and transparent, it is nothing... there is nothing to see.  But, it is the most important thing we have to offer... it is everything.

Which is ironic since clear and elaborate actions happen in a pocket of time, which ironically are captured well enough, but only in a pocket of time... intact, but not lasting.

Oh the irony of the most splendid and beautiful moments of one's existence.

Nothing...
is what I have

Everything...
is what I would give


to keep the moments
Intact...

never to come
Apart...