I Can't Love It Anymore

i think it's something about the ephemeral nature of connecting with something, or loving something. You know, my becoming occurs in a moment. And even though there is something solid in this poem, more solid than some of my other poems. Some come to that before dying, some after. Like inpacaso's line about stein, she will, she'll grow into the painting. Basically, i have grown in to the painting. I'm at that spot.