you see half the moon, its crecent
and one of the planets
maybe saturn, maybe jupiter
in the early night sky over berlin
from the windows of a taxicab, near potsdamer platz.
you think: beauty
no, this is not beauty
maybe not, maybe
this is the rest of it
maybe not, maybe
the rest of beauty
maybe not, maybe
what remains of beauty
maybe not, maybe
what is visible, certainly, uncertain.
your arms would not be able to stretch as far as necessary
to form an adequate gesture for beauty
(you know that, don't you?)
so, beauty remains in the impossibilities of the body.