So, now it's before me.
And it's real.
And it's here.
And I behold it.
(Beheld it, as it was.)
And so it is.
And I am unamused.
Neither bothered, nor jubilant,
nor indifferent, but wholly unamused.
As if it, what I had so waited for,
was as I expected it in sum:
each part as I thought it,
and each piece as it was to be.
And I see it so.
