Oh, that I might dwell in translucence,
opaque in wonder for what might yet come.
My soul whispers
those words I most long to hear:
come, and live.
For merely ingesting the sting of this,
the hope of that
is no guarantee of learning the good,
Instead, let no other respite, nor peace askew
nor eye askance deter from the goal:
to will but one thing.
“Come, and live.”