Existential Ice Cream*

As if you’d sliced decisively into an existential fruit – evoked,
divisively, two radically competing senses in its juice:
astringency and volupté: that’s what the moments of a day

produce: that is, if you can pay attention: and in the sway
between the two attain the pen and tongue to say it: try to play
with – praise, assuage, appease the rage in – the anomalies

of both until they deign to stay, because the gain by their
retention would provide exactly that sweet strain of heterogeneity
that proved the plausibility of you. Plenitude and void:

you can’t avoid the thought that both are true: but cannot find
a wedded point-of-view – until: you taste it – so self-evident
you were an idiot to think it couldn’t be! Passion-fruit

ice cream so meshed and so deliciously outrageously
vituperative: sweet, fresh, tart, wrong, right, acid, placid,
trading in on something wildly sacrosanct – so blessedly

caressing – that there can be no remotely adequate expression
of your thanks. Haagen Dazs: what strange sublimity have
you enabled to arrive? It beats the Trinity, this “Five.”


* http://www.haagen-dazs.com/products/product.aspx?id=372

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