In the Presense of that Evening

In the Presense of that Evening
And in the presence of that evening charged with
meaning and with stars I opened for the first time
to the tender indifference of the world as if my
great anger had purged me of all evil emptied me
of everything of hope in finding it so like me
beyond control and ability so fraternal and in the
presence of that evening charged with meaning and
with stars I opened for the first time to the
tender indifference of the world I withheld beauty
so that all would be complete so that I could
whisper a new song and fell less alone I gave up
my insides and the only things left for me to hope
for there will be many smiling people looking on
the day of my execution and that they would
welcome me with cries of hate as if my great anger
had purged me of all evil emptied me of everything
of hope welcome me with cries of hate