A CONVERSIONAL VIEW

You see I'm still here for you. For your body, budding from the chalices of buds, I would fly to you with listening words. I am different from most of the brainwashed. A vulnerable child with a bruised head, a wound that heals only when you comfort it with your healing kisses.

In the deep pool of my trembling eyes, if you look, you can see my fugitive past. My lips would still praise thee, and the self-sacrificing angel-mirror of thy being. My dear, my dear, you know I am still very afraid: in my stunned soul the cacophony is so great when can there be a separate peace with redemption?!

On my face the horror of conscious devil-spasm Hides behind my smile. My heart, like a clinking iron, is burdened with heavy boulders, For all is long since broken at home, And not a day can pass without a delay in defence. Perplexity approaches daily, and if I am not careful I shall soon be tempted to die in terror for thy crystal-clear holy smile!

It would be so good to open for thee but once last, Like the golden seed of the nut-skin locked in the nut-gut, To the protecting instincts of thy embracing kisses, To fly to thy lips under the iron-sigony of so many unworthy injuries, Of malignant pains, as I, self-willed and yet deserving, Happily alive! - With my weak, wounded knees I bow with humility to the ground before thee, And among thy forgiving swan-arms, as a much-whipped wretch, who from selfish burdens would be free, I may die free...