Time is done with us.
This very night it will drive me to dawn
In another land. New daybreak there will wake me
Up at an unfathomable window.
No one is ever made for someone. Sometimes
We get knotted in the lamentation of a counterheart.
And isn't every moment, as you said, at every moment
Ready for everyone's infinity?
Infinity is over now. I want my time
And my good times. It moves our timepiece heart apace
As it fails truly for some twenty lovely lines-
But, in the mirror, it just fails you to your face.
I'm going now, dear neverman of mine. I'm of this side.
I am wrought of woman.
I hold you dear.
I hold you, dear, alone; it's how we breathe.
My new land will wash me in its streaming waters,
Rock me in its tidy beds, conceive me in its language.
I'll make a thousand pictures of you there
And your emptiness will bore and bore me as I stare.