For the Perfected Promise of Imperfection

Commit to me the art of you and I will be alone See to me you are the light and I will be blind Rejoice in me your very soul for I cannot atone That in the very faith you hold, I knew not any kind A flower bent with broken root, a pretty sight still As naked night is veiled sight, this I am to you The happy fear laughed away is a nervous shrill Echoed in the heart of you, abounds within me too So drain my thought and make me straight, and you will be thrown Into a gale of rememberings, there will we be found Again another knowing known, a screening show shown Predictable enlightenment in repetition bound Please make this truth the truest, and lies the first I heard Please take me to a garden wild, and lose me in the fray Please find me scarred wanting more, whisper me that word Love and love and love again, my dark and light of day