Let us go then, you and I, and surrender our fear
at the feet of the one whose courage has no peer.
Let us go and resolve that the coin of our doubt
has left us bamboozled, swindled and corrupt.
Let us go and weep in shame that her scented hair
chokes not the neck of the fetid-mind’s rank despair.
Let us go and crawl to the holy Ancient One
as dust rising and praising the resplendent Sun.
Let us go then, you and I, while there is yet time
to renounce all the blather of our monstrous crime.
Let us go and forget all the mediocre
dedication to cheap emotional poker.
Darvish, your genius lies in calculating the odds
that the Master alone can win cheating at cards.