I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough br to make each hour holy. br I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough br for me to be just a thing to you, br dark and shrewd. br I want my will and I want to go with my will br as it moves towards action. br And I want, in those silent, somehow faltering times, br to be with someone who knows, br or else alone. br I want to reflect everything about you, br and I never want to be too blind or too ancient br to keep your profound wavering image with me. br I want to unfold. br I don’t want to be folded anywhere, br because there, where I’m folded, br I am a lie. br And I want my meaning true for you.