(after Morris Louis)

It is the movement that incites the form,

discovered as a downward rapture--yes,

it is the movement that delights the form,

sustained by its own velocity.  And yet



it is the movement that delays the form

while darkness slows and encumbers; in fact

it is the movement that betrays the form,

baffled in such toils of ease, until



it is the movement that deceives the form, 

beguiling our attention--we supposed

it is the movement that achieves the form.

Were we mistaken?  What does it matter if



it is the movement that negates the form?

Even though we give (give up) ourselves

to this mortal process of continuing,

it is the movement that creates the form.