When I have based myself,
hideous and low,
I have come to believe
there's no word
of unlove which she knows
how to say.
But the thing I fear
most is the sight
of those eyes
which lend me no humanity,
which shine
not as mirrors, but as
flecks
of fire shining;
their sheen
is the brightness
which clarifies
without explanation—
the brilliance of
reflecting nothing.
