What better food than this can any give?
Which nourishment will cater to you more?
I offer this to you if you would live:
a pint of love, a quart respect, a score
allowing dance, inviting harmony,
exploring where you never thought to go.
I’m compass, menu, opportunity
you haven’t let yourself expect. I know:

I see a thousand miles to the grave
and there you stand: ambivalent, confused,
a drifting soul astride the rim of death.
I only here esteem you – we can save
you – we’ll support you – you’re of course excused,
if you’ll remit the fee of trading breath.