As soon as I speak your name, I lie.
And if I call you Nameless, I lie.
If I say Thou I lie, if I say Me I lie.
And if I say One, it is almost the greatest lie.
But Two is the mother of lies.
Let my lies reveal the truth.
Let my lies reveal the tiny blue violet of your face
blossoming through the dark crevice,
splitting the stone.
Let my lies reveal the warm brown hills
and valleys of your body.
Let my lies reveal the flash of your smile
in the warrior's sword, and the scent of your touch
in the breast-bundled softness of an infant's lips.
Let my lies be the eyes of God gazing on creation.
Shiva, Shiva, Shiva! This world of lies!
This poem of lies!