(On Yeats' 'Ego Dominus Tuus')
This voice from afar to me but a stranger is,
that by wilderness of the mind in rain forest,
half-creates, half-dumb, knit to my crippled countenance,
his same old facade at cloud nine,
so porous as the eyes to my sightless view
brings forth this world of phase seventeen:
hath as well summoned thee to my door,
and betwixt hatred and desire to know
the secret of love, thy age-old visage hides,
the opposite of myself, my own daemon!
(C) Naveed Khalid
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