Shall we?

The hard part isn't starting; we've started
in fits and starts from a dozen parts,
and all of them fit in some master plan
that we'd either and each cosign
to continue from. The hard part

is what do we want? And do we want to,
and questions of that sort of form
and design, which we've never
asked. This thing has just seemed

so desirable throughout,
through-and-through,
that we haven't had to.

We have to now.

Or a little bit on, since eventually
it doesn't do, to wait so long. This thing

wants to win,

and it can't be prolonged indefinitely.

Or can it? There is, I admit a deliciousness
to delay. The hard part is, to

begin. To get down, to work
in the midst of such sweet

fair play.