The Armour of Yang

So you too Read and was self hypnotized And thought I knew The chiaroscurro Was not the branches shadow As you heard and went in and out of light Ah poor self blinded griot And dumb guilotine to which he stumbles I wanted a revolution They gave me a virtual riot. I did not give my number To the lady I met on the train For how else do we avoid such a blunder To prime the flesh That the ego may not be satisfied again. Virtual love affairs are not my kind She was my wife from youth Before time estranged us Some polish in me Could reflect no light in that presence So much loss Where light cannot shine. The world will have its way Its belief For I am clay And water is all our grief O but I am astound, and still am That any love In such a process brief Could molest heart By self distraction And I am left With all this unfulfilled demand I have no voucher for. So you too Read the griot's metaphors And thought you understood Measuring words With the depth of your heart. Ever since I had this quantum gift I too marvel At those who marvelled at it, And from the shadows I could not see There was a pilgrim there who cried.