“Poems are never finished – just abandoned”
Paul Valery
Only write unfinished poems.
To finish, a poem would need to be finite,
complete in and of itself. Definitely defined.
Poems are not finite, they are infinite,
always done being done.
The poet builds a spacious room,
many windows, many doors.
Way leading to way, veiled horizons,
a mist to view a mountain.
What will you do
in such a room?