I am alone in the world,
and yet not alone enough
to make each hour holy.
I am lowly in this world,
and yet not lowly enough
for me to be just a thing of you,
dark and shrewd.
I want my will
and i want to go with my will
as it moves towards action.
And i want, in those silent,
somehow faltering times,
to be with someone who knows,
or else alone.
I want to reflect everything about you,
and i never want to be too blind or too ancient
to keep your wavering image with me.
I want to unfold.
I don't want to be folded anywere,
because there,
when i'm folded,
i'm a lie.
