Since everything is certain
And I manifest, in comity, certainty,
Everything is certain to be uncertain around here.
The winds of uncertainty are blowing through the woodlands of weir.
Since everything is certain,
Your nakedness for me the highest feast,
Steps will be taken to make that the least
Thing on your mind. And if I say death
Is my certain fear, you’ll say with your tender breath,
“I welcome it.” You won’t fear death.
Since I avoid what is ugly and disgusting,
You will then find ugliness more trusting.
You are certain to find
Whatever is different in my mind.
Then it’s certain I will change from beauty
To the more honest nudity
Of art and opinion and fashion.
But doubt will enter you. I will find your passion
Changing. Your certain volatility
Is my poem, my smile, my ability
To say goodbye to you; certainly
You didn’t think your dark curtain,
Your acts, would make me uncertain?
I will meet you on either side.
Since everything is certain.