Resistance of Unlove

Optimism, perchance?

In all of my resistance of unlove,
With flapping hands and flapping eyelids after
In all of my resistance of unlove,
With tears and with amazement and with laughter-
A Bacchus-song's articulated boasting,
A vis-a-vis that never blinked above
A purposeful, a full-glass-only toasting
In all of my resistance of unlove

And silence. And the plucking tunes,
In bouts of sloth and shallow impersistence,
A count of short months and of endless moons,
A count - that is in all of my resistance;
The race from her who's in my footsteps spinning,
With "Live for now" her condescending shove,
I wait, and my prognosis is of winning,
In all of my resistance of unlove

And every day, just like a card from patience,
I draw, predict, obey whatever's calling,
And into this sweet gift of my existence
Head over heels, again, again I'm falling

This is all my - all my resistance of unlove
This is all mine - all my restistance of unlove