The Absolute Always With Its Slightest Twist

Each day is young and not much involved,
In much to do and before spreading out;
Those ways that become 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.