And so I saw another world,
and then nothing was the same.
And whilst hate did reign just a
kinda tad slightly,
overall it was
a far better place than those others
experienced, laced with
and that black and white
for and against.
And although from our humanity
this hate I do see
will never proper disappear
as we sustain our inability to gather real blind,
even so the other world I once
went and came
and saw so clear,
exactly when in that awe of your brill-
will to me,
is a thing and a cling and a clang
and a fine rang
I now never can ignore: in fact,
now never can unring.
And so everything you showed me so good
and as all beyond my right
to own, as if
quite strangely sewn and up-
and honed like a poetry
staged some better (not like this one,
but you know what I mean).
So whilst I still recall
that fabulous world
of times bewildering and singing and joyous,
no more can I settle justly for second best insane.
And so my thoughts do move to these ends,
and to these sad dismantlings,
and to these bends and rendered landscapes
offered up then.
And so my thoughts are sadder than bad.
And so I weep