There was a time not long ago
When long-ago time seemed
Close to both his heart
And his art.
That time is long spent: now he
Plans a revenge, not
Caring that revenge damages most
Painful the vengeful.
And he knows he is ready
For such vengeful revenge, for the
Coldness overtakes him where
Love suffused it all. And it curiously
Doesn’t suffuse him so others
Can easily tell how cold he
Now easily is
Gone and become:
Instead, he just
Makes jibing comments and compliments,
Which fake his real feelings
And fake his reality,
And complement the accessories of
Others’ bare-lived lives, and
Their strivings and naked
Attempts at such weary thriving.
And this is what he has decided:
And this is what you have driven him to:
And this is what you have made him do:
“Rest I shall never until the full story is told,
And the full illness revealed,
And the full conspiracy unveiled,
And the full deceptions uncovered.”
And this, precisely this, is where you have led him.
And this, precisely this, now is his lover’s heaven.