We are slaves to justification but

We are slaves to justification   but
 I'm afraid - that's already too much for you
if not what it means  (if it means)
but how I wrote it (precisely, how it
is written)   Reading this poem slowly,
and it hurts somewhere inside of
you   -   for me     and that's
okay     sure you'll agree:  too weak, or
maybe even: it'll just hurt - tomorrow
- for our faith in the roundness of symbols,
the promise of love, a lesson in language -
those things that words make up at night