The Absolute Always With Its Slightest Twist (From, Dried Flowers)

Each day is young and not much involved, In much to do and before spreading out; Those ways that becomes clearly loved, To explain reason in each wandered doubt. To burn on bridges that other there might, And how to digress their awful distress; For each is a way aloft in the light, That comes again in new eager bareness. The wish and take of each new attention, Unseen though and decided to be seized; Through spreading out with the reprehension, That every way before had there unpleased. The absolute always with its slightest twist, Often more in there - you surely have missed.