I’VE ACCEPTED THE INEVITABILITY (OF YOU)
Suffice it to say, I wept dry countless nights
over this as I pray to my eyes to sleep
Dreaming over the
The rathers and rathers-not
That promised here and about
In the muddy vision of a twilit sheet and
the racket of glass against cold bursts of the evening
Your image still evades my drifting self
Letting itself be found,
By some corner, darksprung
So that you should keep lying to me
Dear, I dare confess
As the night runs its course,
I’m not sleeping as the name suggests,
Resting as the act requires
Say no more of the grieving bed that once showed more of me
Asleep than awake
Thinker, invader
Would you deign yourself to abandon it
However much I said
it is malign?
Ruega por ella
Ruega por ella
Ruega por ella
Spatters the walls, singing about
How a moment of us both
earns me no end to our dream
How much dreaming
earns me no favor with you
