Feel the cooling trade winds attract you outwardly.
Put aside your rebellious youth without betraying its ideals.
Scattered streaks of light are broken on your face.
I cannot begin to correspond with you in the usual way.
I can find no end and no beginning to the absolute.
Your reaction dissolves me.
From this night forth I swear on my heart,
I will become someone to depend upon,
with sound thinking and regular habits.
I have been referred to as scum,
with an anxiety that froths over.
I hope they can separate life from art.
We are a house divided.
I will form what is yet to be made by an elusive chemistry
that improves my little corner of the world.
For Pilling, Holt, Eames and Abbott.
First published today on my PublishOx and here.
