Acquiescence

The wrong association of intelligence with rebellion.
The modern equivocation of originality with transgression.
the vicious cycle of the History of civilisation;

The eternal hesitation of the sea.

The forever misunderstood darkness and its doomed night.
The unignorable eloquence of silence.

His oversimplifications.

Winding ways that lead to a single rethorical question;
the absurd complexity of a predictable mechanism.

The infinite threat of intimacy and the agonising loneliness in a crowd.
Your supernatural stoicism
and the way it disrupts the order of the universe
by looking so ordinary,
so neat and so tame.

All this and all that beyond your understanding
of all the frustration in false resignation
and all the equivocations which backboned our faltering way
and all the needless transgressions
every artificial night;
for every complex oversimplification
screaming in your eloquent silence,
I beg you
to lay the blame on me,
never on the sea
or the silence or its breaking or your own self,
or any of these things that I love
and shall stay away from the corruption of change
and the corrosive power of forced progress,
remaining forevermore as they are,
as they were when I first loved.