Canto XIX

March

I sent you to exile

Your guilt is your constant sabotage of our love

I know you act not out of guilt, but nature

The very same nature that turned you into

the wild beast you portray yourself to be

I know the way to a beast’s heart

I can tame it with love

But yours is distinct

It needs to feel secure

Sheltered

I know not how to give you that

The very same things I need to find peace

And so

We find ourselves as always at the

Epicenter

Till one of us learn how to give up on the self

In order to reach us.