I Am the Enemy

I am the enemy you seek, my friend,
for in reflection of your prejudice I shall not amend to pursue y
o
u.
I am the lover for whom you search,
but in reflection of your desire I shall not bend
to renew you, nor even I might say, review yo
u.
Apart, apart in this senseless apparition
mere shadows of life, helpless in our separation.
And what terrible suffering this trifling causes
the oppositional psychosis of intractable forces.
One against the other where the other is the one,
bound within the absolute, beyond the confines of reaso
n.
So where the charm of forgetfulness to which surely we belong?
Where the perfect grace of harmony if the melody cannot be sun
g?
And love, my friend, is never the two,
for beyond duality, you are me just as I am you.
No other, no other only a hidden love to discove
r
.
Silence then, silence
nothing but our eyes, dear friend, nothing but our breath.
Silence, silence, for all else is pre-emption of death,
a death we shall never know,
Silence my friend,
and so, and so.