I could not deny myself that final act,

A grand close to the Heaven I had walked.

That after the connection conversational,

A hand laid upon airy-open gold sealed it all:

That upon contact, the experience and the moment

And the cumulative effect, all that had happened

Was absorbed in one moment's completion.

The sun beating down, cars crazy-driving,

The consummation of abstraction and desire

Were FELT in a windy breeze: I held back.