What a strange Divine art Thou
Divining intents that I never sought,
From my every cry somehow
Thou doth only catch the opposite!

Love I asked to brim one measly heart
And am exiled to every human warmth,
Muse I desired from inspiration’s height
And here I am soiled by human breath!

Aims I asked as of heroes of lore 
And am kept in a dull mortal circle,
Askesis I sought to shake directions four
And am hobbled by a will all mortal.

Who art Thou inverser of my priorities,
Thou seemest author of all our polarities!