You say
To me you have granted
All options
To be or not with you
Serving your desires
To your satisfaction
About the clear character of which
Neither you nor I should be in any doubt
Since in black and white things are so perfect
Altering anything is simply an exercise in smoke
And then without trying in vain
For untruths to become trees on your planting the seeds
Of faith as in utter lack of it it shall grow
In the same dubious space
Leaving you and me together bound up in tresses
Of desire for destruction all mutual and complete
In your full knowledge and in mine
That no good we are doing to us in turns
As they change now and next opportune moment
To your and my advantage
That is in sum our damned disadvantage.
