lamentation song

To me, it feels most like lament 
for the fact that perfection, without 
any flaw at all, can still run its course. 
And nothing could ever be anything wrong 
with this thing we have found and grown
from source to some starriest pinnacle, still.
Lament for its plunge to some passing abyss. 

It could not
be anything but
what it was. Let us
rejoice, then. We must,
remembering this.