This is the Place

Beyond the things I know I want lies everything I want
How wonderful to ride upon an electronic swan
Too much of a good thing can still be a good thing

Speaking without judging, hearing myself say
The day plus all my thoughts about it is still the day
Old forms of obedience slip the grasp of sense

This is the place to which he is coming
This is the table at which he will sit
Here will be his actual body
If he should not come
I cannot bear it
Yet somebody must be seeing him now

Everything plus one more thing equals everything
There can be no permissions for pleasures still unknown
Don't be so hard on yourself, break yourself at dawn

Somebody must be seeing him now
His actual body
This is the table at which he will sit
This is the place to which he is coming
If he should not come
This is the place