The Wanting

It is all I want.

It is all the want.

It is all the want I am.

The want is all I am.

The want has the godliness of knowing me without my ever having known it.

The want has one simple object.

It has not been found.

I cannot conceive of it.

Wherefrom comes the want?

I am perhaps reduced to this one thing, expansive.

Without me it is not.

Without me it wants not.

Without want it is not that I am.

I am without, without, without the wanting’s it.