Fine, how are you?

The perfect ecstatic moment
Leaves me by way of inexact sounds
Not an infinite point
I can pin myself to
There is a hold-there--i see
I can -maybe- grasp

Everywhere: and it cannot see me
Overflowing from me
I hide from it
The serene eternity I am fearful
I am fearful the slightest-
Movement will shatter

My sight is commanded
The black and varied altar on the page
There is only one line
One single line
That is-can-must be read
Fills and rests in my vision entire

Linger on and
The moment has been.
How are you?