Night after nights will finally arrive alone. I shall go out to meet it half way down the lane With its other friend, the moon.

We will sit and talk all night, the three of us, Me, the moon, and the night, I think mostly, About her, the girl with the abacus in her heart.

The night will say, “Do you remember her blood Stirred with sadness?”, and the moon will respond, “No I don’t, I was too busy laughing till I hurt

At her jokes”. And I will think of her gliding in That zone between moonlight and nightsound, Where I counted the welts on her wrists with all The concentration (and little love), I could muster.

Sitting in the window ledge, up here In this fourth floor walk-up, I rest my head Against the signs of rain in the clouds Which I glimpse in the square of court- Yard sky, and try to think of a song that I can sing to this well of windows Notched like a matrix or a puzzle of Black squares in dirty brick walls,
Which would allow me, again for A little while this Saturday dawn, to be My still sleeping brothers’ keeper.

So they ran a psychological profile of my personality, and I can now be handily described using a four letter code INFP (under the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator paradigm). While we were all consoled by the facilitators that none of these codes are good and bad per se, and are merely indicators of personal preferences, some deeper research this evening led me to some disturbing revelations. Some of the highlights of what that cryptic code called INFP tells you, kind reader, about me (apart from the fact that I am delusional for I imagine folks read what I write) go as::

1. "They care deeply – indeed, passionately – about a few special persons or a cause. One word that captures this type is idealistic. At times, this characteristic leaves them feeling isolated, especially since INFPs are found in only 1 percent of the general population."

(Damn! I didn't know I was such a rare egghead.)

2. "They often have a subtle tragic motif running through their lives, but others seldom detect this inner minor key. The deep commitment of INFPs to the positive and the good causes them to be alert to the negative and the evil, which can take the form of a fascination with the profane."

(Ah! Life is indeed suffering mate. Here have a drinky.)

3. "Their career choices may be toward the ministry, missionary work, college teaching, psychiatry, architecture, and psychology."

(Lordy! I need a shrink myself first, much less to play a shrink to others)

4. "They may have difficulty in expressing affection directly, but communicate interest and affection indirectly."

(Woman, please don't ask me to bond wiff you!)

5. "The INFP questor probably has more problems in mating than any other type. Let us be mindful of the relative infrequency: about 1.25 percent, say two and a half million people in the USA. Their problem lies in their primary outlook on life. “Life,” says the INFP, “is a very serious matter.”"

(Ok! This explains EVERYTHING! Mazel Tov! Also we at Buoyantville are now accepting applications from suitable women of the following types: ENTJ or ESTJ. If you need convincing why you should apply for this exciting offer RIGHT NOW, read (6) below)

6. "If ever a person died for love, it was sure to have been an Apollonian (NF). Romeo and Juliet, both NFs, could not face the prospect of life without each other and so chose to die in a way which was symbolic of their single minded and eternal commitment to each other. Other famous lovers, such as Heloise and Abelard, the Brownings, Antony and Cleopatra, Beth the landlord’s daughter and her highwayman, all created a work of art in their courtships. This is not surprising, since one of the arts at which the NF is skilled is that of creating the romantic relationship. In fact, the term sex would seem somehow crude when used in discussing the NF; love better captures their appreciation of the physical relationship. Both the NF female and male respond to their mates with sympathy, tenderness, and frequent, passionate expressions of love, both verbal and nonverbal. Possessing facility with language, NFs are able too express nuances of emotions that may escape other types. NFs are not afraid of using poetry, music, and quotations to enhance their courting relationships ; the tokens of affection and dedication."

(O Juliet! Where art thou? Come quick; I need to stab myself)