You have set the terms for our union so far
By coming to me only through what you are not,
So how am I to admit to myself or to the world –
The many but meaningless samplings of a naught?
You divest me of all my worldly gradients
But you maintain a hidden flux,
Wordless, formless, and motionless still
Which leads me to where it sucks
The purposeful world of people
You’ve covered for me with a faint halo,
I know not if I am going far or near
For my habits of the old still ring shallow
My ardent uses to the world
You have rendered far and few,
For you have sunk me inwards, withdrawn
With the charm and lure of the new
What was once bad and bad alone
Enjoys a new lease of life,
For it no longer gets my solitary attention
Which caused me all my former strife
What was good and mighty good that it was
Walks by my side, dancing its menacing dance
And throwing its licentious glare,
For it knows in the wake of its enticing prance
My emergent modesties would flare