forsaken by this tongue that speaks, these ears that hear
that hand pressing to my mouth is no longer mine
though it belong to no other
i cannot make it move
with such favourable dexterity
i cannot even take a step
though walking i am with effortless grace
through the crazy stratagems of this world
laughing through my eyes, my ears
my resonant body awash with delight and horror
wonder and despair sobbing and sighing from my mouth
pouring from my eyes
this inevitable ointment of divine impeccability

2002
canam