The Covenant¶

We finally found it, oldest friend:
this moment beneath black and white
where the eyelight between us
made room for your command
to let go my greatest crutch and come back
to the covenant we made before
conditions were placed on consciousness.

I can't promise I will always trick my devil
out his many temptations and traps,
though I will offer him my thanks
every time he trips me up and,
as for the rest,
I swear now, here, on your balcony
(which has always been my bridging place)
that I will join forever the chorus singing

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ

For there is nothing left to deny,
neither my heresy nor the help that is
offered still, so deep that death itself
cannot match its majesty.