Despair of Department

Philosophy will never possess you,
You will never come to a thought
That embraces and flames with self-
Togetherness, consubstantiation as
Subordinate to species beyond species
That repeat, in infinite instantiations,
Symbols of themselves. No,
You belong to the degraded
Order of time, the wheel that turns
To the end, always moving
In the locale of its location,
The nowhere everything floats alone
And fails to arrive at anything across
The likeness of boiling water.