On the night when you cross the street
From your shop and your house
To the cemetery
The open grave, and you'll realize
How we've always been together.
Of your being, the same in
Ecstasy as in self-hating fatigue.
And all irritations with the ants, you'll hear
My familiar voice, see the candle being lit,
Smell the incense, the surprise meal fixed
By the lover inside all your other lovers.
to you igniting in the tomb.
So don't fuss with the shroud
And the graveyard dust.
Those get ripped open and washed away
In the music of our final meeting.
I am inside your looking. No room
For form with love this strong.
This is the day of purification for those who
Are already mature and initiated into what love is.
There's more to want here than money
And being famous and bites of roasted meat.
That has opened in our town where people sit
Quietly and pour out their glancing
Like light, like answering?