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 here.