What is much

What is much

When little is enough

To touch

The heart

Poke me in the eye

I am unmoved

Memories

Are like that

Purient

Interest

In the presence

Of life

Is of no use

In the end

There is only

The moment

Before something

Happens

To prepare

For better

Expecting nothing

Finer

It is often

The way

Of diminishing

Returns

It leaves one

Wanting…