To keep fact from turning to necessity,
the familiar to the loved,
to counteract the sentimentalizing element as it seeps up around the ankles of contingent things,
not to fix what is as what must be, to forestall even to prevent that hardening, to remix
the substance of recognition,
reengineer it to a constant liquid state
teams of goggled angels peering at the world in tubes.
Her attractive pain, mirror image of healing.
A love cure for the questing.