I glean seething oceans out of your eyes,
teeming forests, deserts caked with tears,
plenteous Worlds I cannot know
save through your gaze,
whose all-encompassing kind
petrifies and yet breaks.
There is so much to be known,
but this Knowledge emerges
like a war-torn corpse out of the Heart,
and now it cannot help but to obey
the impossible Laws of the Kingdom.
My God, Thou hast slaughtered me
with looks from her, each day
a slash and cut, and I gash open,
dazed, but I know I am alive,
for though she is not rain to parched lips,
she ensures I reach Thee
parched and dying.