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Carmine Giordano
Season's Finale
In the final episode
we found out
that there was no particular point,
after all,
nor real reason,
no intrinsic or given
meaning,
no absolutely, positively
so,
that the hero or
the heroine
was a matter of where
you sat in the theater
and which lens
occluded the binoculars,
and that it was all
interpretation
and endless discussion,
if one could have even ever
decoded the lightning
catapulting
from nerve bundle to
nerve bundle
as the elusive ding an sich
impinged upon the billions
upon billions of sensoria.
And in the final episode
the camera pulled out
into the solar system
past the last uncountable star
into the last uncountable galaxy
and we saw clearly
that what had occupied
all our prime-time stations
counted for less than the last
uncountable zero,
and that the only thing
that might have mattered
for a point or a reason
beyond the last exploded star,
the only thing,
was love.
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