From wrong to wrong the exasperated spirit
     Proceeds, unless restored by that refining fire
     Where you must move in measure, like a dancer.’
The day was breaking. In the disfigured street
     He left me, with a kind of valediction,
     And faded on the blowing of the horn.

Being in so much as it is being
     Proceeds from negation, abrogation, annihilation
     Towards permission, addition, even consummation
Neither this nor that is being
     Fullness, wholeness, the song sustained
     A Grand Jeté stretching between stars