I know you.

You, scaling the heights of this stark land,

And seeing in the arid, dusty earth the face of your failure,

The sum of your years off the edge of the summit.

What drives your sight to the void, the nullity that snuffs the stars,

At the crown of your life?

I did not give you eyes to see a tarnished jewel lost in the sands.

Oh, how you pray for cloudy skies, for the flood that will uncover you,

Shine off the dirt of the years, and send you up a stalk for the span of a rose!

But I already see you; and I want more than the only perfect moment of your life.

So the sky is cold and clear tonight—

That when the weight of your heart forces your face in agony towards the sky

You might the stars reflecting My eyes,

And fingers reaching past the edge of the universe;

Singing through the distance the dazzling darkness

That pulls you off the earth—