i promise you the universe
and everything that's in it
it's a blessing and a curse my child
do not turn your back
i promise you whatever you can be
you will yet be it
though the branches may be tangled
with the Enemy's attack
i promise you all this
though i myself am but a liar
and a trickster and a cheater
and a conman without shame
and i promise you this promise
without fear that you will listen
to the meaning in between the lines
of my Eternal game
Poems For My Analyst by Wayne Myers