Poetry Friday (Slight Return) - No Exit

No ExitHere at the center of the universethere is no movement; in the higher spheres,however, all things turn from bad to worse,and he is impotent who interferes.But you and I are here, perfect, in stasis:the Unmoved Movers, the Pleroma, who'veeternities in which no moment passes.(Asleep, you stir. Awake, I cannot move.)I cannot make you come, I cannot makeyou come to bed again with me. In pain