… it all looked exceedingly grim
in the meanest din
between devil and his twin
you were kindly redeeming my sacrament of sin
as I exercised the whim
you were hidden in

it's exactly at the moment of my foulest lust
for the things unjust
infirmities of the past
you became my very very own inconoclast
as my time was being sowed
you were reaping rust

it's exactly on the fracture between you and me
between burning tree
and his fantasy
you were tightly seizing me by letting me be free
as you left the Plato's cave
I went to meet Thee