I love it,
love it,
when you come eagerly
through the dark mouth
spelunking down the bat cave.
Stirring curiously the shivering nakedness
where no one's welcome
and not one has ever been suffered,
but you...
Nailing carabiners at every fracture, you enter
the bowels of gloom even I dare not peep into,
and carve on the fleshy tender inside walls,
so gently with your scalpel of care and your eyes closed
the meditative chants about others and their suffering.
I love it... And you ?
