“All this was done that it might be fulfilled…”

“All this was done that it might be fulfilled…” by Scott M. Bade begins with the epigraph After Rene Magritte’s The Lovers and continues:

Even now there is a distance we must
traverse beneath the cornice’s sharp gaze.

Where amongst the folds will I find you
woolen with want? This room desires us

just as the forest desires the beasts. Who
claims anything beyond the body? [keep reading]