O love disorient me like a text
I can't decipher! Be the lines of words
and narratives imbued with meaning, be
a mystery. O love be like the sky
without an instrument of measure, be
the spectacle without a Sun. I look
into the blue expanse, the Moon has waned
and waxed before me. Love make me nonsense
in this world of meaning! The Sundial
is made to read the light, the grammar of
the spheres and heavens. O love intoxicate
me with your surfaces! Make me no longer
one self separated! O love make me
none but the whole turning Universe!
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