I'Ll Admit My Debt To You

Damn your hands and soft skin Shamelessly proclaiming Barefaced and audacious You keep my tongue on a leash But how I take my share Always hanging on your estimations Where there is place enough for laughter Never tasting the guilt with the guilty In spite of this, on clement feet We watched the throbbing stars Good or bad I cannot say But you must draw a conclusion from this If you can Again, whatever it is I cannot bare it. This is my news: I alone am responsible This is right, and it should be I have trouble imagining all of this For I do not pray anymore With all these auspicious new complexities The sky has grown deaf And I find comfort in the briefest ways Jangling and unyielding remembered echoes speaking In base aphorisms of forgotten amusement Oh how time has a rusted wit