There is no enemynThere is nothing lackingnYou are perfect, swinging all ways and directions.nYou are Too Much and Too Little’s child.nnI have been to the shadowlandnI heard the empty call nOf hatred, anorexianMisery and alcoholnnBy their hearths I warmed myselfnTo escape from the winter yearsnUntil I saw in the windownMyself crying fire-coloured tearsnnLove, the only alchemynLove, the killer of despairnLove, the patient samurainLove, the armour angels wearnnLovennYou arrive and depart simultaneously.nYour body is all things manifested, on its way to death,nOn its way to birth.nThe rhythm is endless.nnThey turned away the prophetnBecause she was young and full of longingnInstead they turned to the magistratenWho was busy yawningnnAnd they try to sell me holy booksnBut I can see their eyes are wildnI caught them pouring shame and fearnInto the perfect vessel of a childnnBut love's the only alchemynLove, the killer of despairnLove, the true nobilitynLove, the armour angels wearnnLovennLove will make your eyes clearnnYou have destiny’s sword.nnThe order of the universennWith it you can cut the curtain of time down the middle,nThe crease of every closed eyelid.nnThe only reason we are herennMake waves in their sadness so that they can wake.nWield your powers effortlessly.nAll love sings your name.nAll life knows you.nEverywhere is home.