How terribly downright must seem the utterances of storms and earthquakes to those accustomed to the soft hypocrisies of society.

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

The thing you are accustomed to calling your body, he suggests, is only a cooler and denser declension of your true body.