.
What compromises we make,
Steppings of love, so steep
The breathless air in seeing,
Eyes that waver like untruths,
Yet to be revealed, to shame
When love, in its coals, rakes
Us, burns ephemeral flesh
And soul, shows that life can
Be smoke and fog-mirror even
In light of days, makes us wake
Like Lazarus into an indifferent
Dawn, full of frightened believers
Made of stuff sown with nothings.