O wife unmasked
O body of my plunder
foundation of my waiting
unforgivable
and continually alluring
Some witness loves you
as you blunder through
the webs of my sleeping spirit
Some witness points at our bed
like a monument to romance and song
and gets another crowd to wonder
O juices and fragrance
and inhospitable warmth
O last remains of dignity
O shadow brood of hatred love remorse
O ribbons and trajectories
annulling distances
O wires rays and chains
What channels of intense air
trembling to a signal
What alloys of eyesore and starlight
What sad bureaucracy of luck
to be with you and you alone
muddling through the Day of Judgement