Education

You may be seeing deafness, energy
And charm as one, and may choose my Jane Doe
As your charm, but decay will say hello.
It stems, as anybody will agree,
From hoping cueball heads are like the sea,
Their destiny to shine, all steam and flow.
You veer away from ecstasy: you know
Her double, you don't know why you are three.

So this is education. What you read
Remains with you. The songs you hear, the shows
You see — all evanescent, like the snows
Of April in the city. What you need
Is someone to resist. Follow my lead:
Peruse her from her head down to her toes.