Lovers remain in the dark, working hard to keep out daylight.
My mind no longer has romantic abysses, but has become shallow, with many little gaps and cracks.
By multiplying ironies, I evade commitments.
Universal truths have become an embarrassment, but they won't quite go away.
Lechery is secretive, but must finally reveal itself to at least one.
Fortuna smiles and frowns according to a timetable surprising even to herself.