Doom in Love

The combination of conclusion
With rejuvenation, paradox

That it is, is also permanent.
There’s no instant on the space-time curve

Conclusion and rejuvenation
Aren’t forever renewing their vows.

The only way the known cosmos knows
Of being is simultaneous

In its arriving and its going—
Possibly, it’s a balancing act,

A way to combine fullness with change,
Swapping something in with something out,

Or there is no other way to be
Than leaving as one with arriving.