The whole idea of it makes me feel
Like I 'm coming down with something,
Something worse than any stomach ache,
Or headaches I get from reading in bad light-
A kind of measles of the spirit,
A mumps of the psyche,
A disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.

You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
But that is because you have forgotten
The perfect simplicity of being one
And the beautiful complexity introduced…