happenstance

​cause I can see it in you
your foreword knowledge
your principled know-how
your syntheses of complex ideas

the spectra of continua may be
orthogonal figuring I myself carry
an ordinary happiness of sorts
features of my favor and fortune

but either when or where is
neither wild enough nor heard
within sung words or chords 
or our quiet literary dialogues

your influence is a scandal
weighing heavy is their fear
your aim is clear to be clear
you see what's next is near

until we unsay what wisdom
devising unfelt parts conscious
lines and phrases recreate
the most loveliest of arts

what comes of regrets anyway
what happenstance restarts
what feels like meanings that align
with Jean Paul or Descartes