Like golden mist, the west lights up

The window. The diligent manuiscript

Awaits, already laden with infinity.

Someone is building God in the twilight.

A man engenders God. He is a Jew

Of sad eyes and citrine skin.

Time carries him as the river carries

A leaf in the downstream water.

No matter. The enchanted one insists

And shapes God with delicate geometry.

Since his illness, since his birth,

He goes in constructing God with the word.

The mightiest love was granted him

Love that does not expect to be loved.