Under the shadows of the day,
You reach up to touch me,
And I fall into the pits of
Illusion and delusion.

However many times
You have shrunk from me
In the swarted day,
I have crawled up for you.

Can I empty my heart of
The vicious poison
These shadows build in me?
Can you take that from me?

Hearts like this in constant
And disparate movement
Are treacherous at best, but
These times are not best times;

Come, my yin, I am your yang,
I chase you, you follow me.
Eat my pain, I eat your suffering;
We both surfeit on the shadows.