My Paramour

Poem — An Invocation to The Master #11

The ways of Thy spirit I approve
Rather unwillingly though,
As my human tendencies aimlessly move,
As if ordained of Thy brow.
The wages of my ignorance meagre and poor,
A recompense grossly insufficient,
But the ways of Thy divine ire
I approve, though only half-hearted.
The ways of Thy brood quite insufferable,
Without reason or rhyme Thou kneadest,
But gladly I suffer Thy imperial will,
Though only half-glad why at all I consented.
But Thou sayest from both yonder and near,
“Oh, but I am thy Paramour.”