What if I were nebulous and fleeting,
gone, wise in my destruction,
lost unto the World?
I would evade Reason
but satisfy the Soul
with every worthy endeavour,
upon the Countenance of God.
I would delude no one, but all
in my embrace, like an enveloping cloud,
like a great rising wave of the ocean
whom doom has fated men
shall bear the brunt of
though small, inconspicuous
as any gnat or twig
upon the ground, somehow
God's destined the Heights
to be had by the utterly worthless,
and for this reason, as a vine,
as a populated place, as a twinkling Light
out of the fragrant, colourless, wind-bound World of the Sky,
I emerge unfettered, broken,
eternal and sound, an urn
in whose belly is the Universe,
a face in whose Sorrow is the World.