Impure joy

Here is the joy
you've made in me
in sudden effect
in inner array, 
and cutting to groove
in tenet and core, 
by new and continual
play and display 
by mischief and trick 
played square and pure.
By ounce and by ton, by
hook and by barb, by light
and delight and by tone
and shade. Here

is
what
rises in me,
from you: all
polarized,
alchemized gold
gone astray  
and sure.