You see half the moon, it's crescent, and one of the planets, may be Sathurn,
maybe Jupiter, in the early night sky over Berlin, thrugh the windows of the taxicab,
near Postdamer Platz.

You think: Beauty

No, htis is not beauty, maybe not, maybe, this is the rest of it, maybe not, maybe, the rest of beauty, maybe not, maybe, what the remains of beauty, maybe not, maybe,
what is visible, certainly, uncertain.
Your arms would not be able to stretch as far as necessary
to form an adequate desture for beauty
(You know that, don't you ?)
So, beauty remains in the impossibilities of the body.