I-level

I am I,
when I am you.

Dodge the questions, as you dodge the bullets."Droll rat," they would shoot you, if they knew.In the mean time, the time we have between us, let's dance together in a minefield.

Loyalty, fidelity...to what or who, God knows? Your own Jewish nose, so unremarkable in other ways, has picked up the scent and follows your trackless ways. What kind of religion is this, that leads you to infidelity?

Darkness crumbles. Is it day or night? The winter fires, Anna said.Remember? The late flaring of your soul. For so long, your I at an angle to the universe.I see you face to face now. You've saved the last dance, the dance of death, for me.