My strength is spent
And the image
(for all is image)
is powerless
O transcience of the image
That has smashed
Omniscience of thought
My thought
No longer is my tongue
Unseen immeasurable
But constrained
By speech (laborious)
O God O God
You have become
And in becoming
Have become finite
A finite image
Powerless
A powerless image
And all around
Images of powerlessness
For what is perceived is easy
Thought is easy
To enclose the boundless
God's eternity
Is easy
But not this
This wasteland of images
Where all is image
And nothing
Is not conceivable
This is not easy
For no-one herewill believe
And I am lost
For my love has been debased
And has debased
O word O Word
That eternally I search for
O Word O Word
That eternally I lack
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