I do not see you. I do not admit
That you exist.

I do not see you. I do not admit
That you exist.
What do you do when someone on your list
Is dead?
I’ve shunned my birthright long enough.
Things fall apart — this is the final law.
I think I’ve made a friend of the abyss.
We’ve stared into each other long enough.
Some doubt Love’s valor, but this much I know:
Her voice is heard in the uncharted deep.
Be mine, and more than mine — be truly yours.
My woman’s shape is power and lack of power
It’s fit we dedicate this holy day
Peace, my beloved, and say not a word.