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.