my unlit grotto

i wait silently seated deep inside my unlit grotto
listening to your footsteps falling rhythmically

i anticipate my total but broken being knowing
joyfulness that emerge from the music of your hum
and negate desire for transient pleasure, trivial fun

while willing also to go through purifying fire, pain

this has now become my stable pre-occupation
for i, your servant, hence endlessly entreat you
my governor, honoured lodger of my unlit grotto

henry victor 15.01.2003