the eternal enemy of the absolute

I had unsettling dreams last night.  I got a hole through one of my top front teeth, like a hole straight through it like a bullet hole, but smaller.  And this kid I've known for a long time who has always had a girlfriend was trying to hook up with me and was going to cheat on his girlfriend.

Conversation Galante

I OBSERVE: “Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John’s balloon Or an old battered lantern hung aloft To light poor travellers to their distress.”         5   She then: “How you digress!”   And I then: “Someone frames upon the keys That exquisite nocturne, with which we explain The night and moonshine; music which we seize To body forth our own vacuity.”         10   She then: “Does this refer to me?”   “Oh no, it is I who am inane.”   “You, madam, are the eternal humorist, The eternal enemy of the absolute, Giving our vagrant moods the slightest twist!         15 With your air indifferent and imperious At a stroke our mad poetics to confute—”   And—“Are we then so serious?"