(He wrote so carelessly)
You are the parched breath of my lonely desert
And the sand that cuts like broken crystal
And the blinding empyrean.
The denizens of the village deride my wandering.
I bear no witness to their pale mockery
Filled to bursting as I am with your emptiness.
Your mute song fills my ears
With flute and tambourine.
Only when I thirst
Will thirst become my compass
And your oasis will I chance upon
And suckle on your nothingness.