What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll br see each other again,-- br br . . . and again reach the VEIN br br in which we loved each other . . br It existed. It existed. br br There is a NIGHT within the NIGHT,-- br br . . . for, like the detectives (the Ritz Brothers) br in The Gorilla, br br once we'd been battered by the gorilla br br we searched the walls, the intricately carved br impenetrable paneling br br for a button, lever, latch br br that unlocks a secret door that br reveals at last the secret chambers, br br CORRIDORS within WALLS, br br (the disenthralling, necessary, dreamed structure br beneath the structure we see,) br br that is the HOUSE within the HOUSE . . . br br There is a NIGHT within the NIGHT,-- br br . . . there were (for example) months when I seemed only br to displease, frustrate, br br disappoint you--; then, something triggered br br a drunk lasting for days, and as you br slowly and shakily sobered up, br br sick, throbbing with remorse and self-loathing, br br insight like ashes: clung br to; useless; hated . . . br br This was the viewing of the power of the waters br br while the waters were asleep:-- br secrets, histories of loves, betrayals, double-binds br br not fit (you thought) for the light of day . . . br br There is a NIGHT within the NIGHT,-- br br . . . for, there at times at night, still we br inhabit the secret place together . . . br br Is this wisdom, or self-pity?-- br br The love I've known is the love of br two people staring br br not at each other, but in the same direction.